A Weeping On The Wind

A Weeping On The Wind

I heard an angel cry last night,
her sorrows on the wind.
a tiny child's laying dead,
so innocent of sin.

It must be hard for God to watch,
when He lets the youngest die.
He never seems to intervene;
I always wondered, why?

So often have I questioned hence,
why God cannot rescind
the death of tiny children and
a weeping on the wind.

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