Lord I’m angry and hurt
Why did you create them from dirt
Then take them again away
This seems child’s play
Tormenting my feeble heart
Tearing my life apart
It’s hard to handle my losses
Why’d you give me these crosses?
I feel stuck
Emotions run amuck
I can’t feel your grace
To help me out of this place
Why do this to me?
Where lies Your mercy?
I fail to see your plan
I’m trying all I can
My joy in life falls short
Tho I place the ball in Your court
I’m like a toddler to this day
Having a hard time knowing what to say
Why did you ask me to be your Job?
When I can barely handle this load
Why with You by my side
Do I seem to barely get by?
I don’t seek to offend you
But I don’t know what else to do
Other than to be angry and hurt
You fashioned and soon returned both to dirt
is a Catholic mom of six children, four of whom are here on earth and two who have been called Home. Writing is her way of putting her tears of grief to words, as she wishes to help mothers who have also experienced loss on their journey towards healing.