Dear God,
Do you remember that time when I asked for you to help me as I cried endlessly by myself that Friday night in January? Do you remember me staring at myself in the mirror, wondering who I really was, wondering why I have so many problems when I have never done anything to deserve them?
Do you remember me asking you why so many innocent people had to die, when they helped others, when they went to church, when they believed in You? Do you remember me helping that old man across the street in London? His leg broken from a taxi hitting him five days before? Do you remember the taxi heading for us that wasn't slowing down?
Did you hear me when I asked for your forgiveness? Do you see me when I shake, when I scream?
Do you care?
Delilah
Do you remember that time when I asked for you to help me as I cried endlessly by myself that Friday night in January? Do you remember me staring at myself in the mirror, wondering who I really was, wondering why I have so many problems when I have never done anything to deserve them?
Do you remember me asking you why so many innocent people had to die, when they helped others, when they went to church, when they believed in You? Do you remember me helping that old man across the street in London? His leg broken from a taxi hitting him five days before? Do you remember the taxi heading for us that wasn't slowing down?
Did you hear me when I asked for your forgiveness? Do you see me when I shake, when I scream?
Do you care?
Delilah
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