This Struggle

Sometimes it seems hard So hard to articulate Why God should care For some dirty folks around When every thought is rotten Every speech wicked Every act disloyal Yet he still cared. Every new day his love I received Yet each new day new evil we devised He refused to look the other way But his way we refused to look. In our hearts he left his voice With our strength and might we suppress it Every of our will we desire independence Independent of the one who holds life When shall this fight be over? Who will adjudicate on our behalf?