For All the Outcasts and Loners In Life

“Where was God,” you ask, “when I needed Him? When I felt cast out and all alone? Spurn'd by my peers for being poor!? All I learn'd,” you persist, “is that here people condemn you for just being different, too. To them,” you add with rage, “I'm a threat to be burn'd,— a rival to be attacked and overturn'd!” “So it was, too, for One born in Bethlehem, My Child,” a Voice comforts. “He was alone as a child, as well—and very unique. But like Him, the last shall be first (in death); and the first (in life) shall be last. For none who are My Children shall be mocked—so speak I and command,” swore It, “with solemn breath!”