WORDS FROM ABOVE

“What more do you want from me?!”…

He screamed to God.

He was on his knees, head in the mud, dribbling in the dirt as he cried like only a grown man could. His eyes poured, drenching the soil with the salty wash of his grief. He was in sorrow, distress, despair.

“I have walked this world in your image, yet I still suffer. I still struggle. I still fight to make ends meet. I watch evil men flourish, prosper, succeed and enjoy good health, whilst the righteous wither, decline, fail and live in sickness and disease, constantly drained by those who abuse their loving nature. 

How can you let evil go on?”, he asked God.