The poem I wrote for class called "Dear God"

Dear God,
Why? Why does it have to come to a tear falling from my eye?
Dear God,
What? What did I do to deserve this horrible fate, living in a world filled with hate?
Dear God,
How come I can’t turn a corner without seeing pain, without seeing someone just trying to gain the wealth to sustain their pleasure? How come husbands and wives can’t stay together?
Dear God,
When? When did all this confusion begin? Begin to fog, begin to cloud, begin to draw everyone into the same crowd?
Dear God,
Who? Who is it this world thinks they can turn to? To try to escape the judgment they will one day have to face? To me this world has become a disgrace.
Dear God,
I prayed for the world today, but what difference does it make anyway?
See there’s nothing I can do, but try to bring people to you.
Dear God,
I know you have armed me with the strength for the battle, because it says so in
Psalm 18:39.
Its time to go.
The battle awaits.
Its time to bring people to heavens gates.
By: Brittney DiCesare