A Vibrant Rose

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I hide inside my little room
and sulk in deep despair....

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My heart ripped out - then entombed
and stomped on, so unfair....

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
I'm shredded up in pieces
yet no one is aware....

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
My pain intense, increases -
there's nothing to compare....

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
He never understands me
or hears my feeble prayer....

Why doesn't God care?
Is He even there?
Or is He busy fixing up
my heart that's in repair?

He uses tools quite bizarre -
sends rains in torrents from afar.
Storms, they pummel deep within,
beyond all hope, emotions are.

I let Him work with little room,
Points He, life's path, to doom and gloom -
but says, "Believe, in Me confide.
Rest and see my flower bloom."

So push me Lord - I'll go without,
despite the storms, despite the drought.
Life's path has torn me inside-out.
A vibrant rose is so devout.