God Does Not Make Mistakes

I was taught as a child, "God is good, God is great" "But don't forget, fear Him. You obey, and just wait" The priests and the nuns, and the phonies and fakes "It's all worth it, you'll see, God does not make mistakes" Each day, I see people, bodies twisted in pain Some can't speak, some can't think, and I wonder, again Why do these people suffer, all the hurt, the heartaches? And then I remember "God does not make mistakes" Then I hear about children, their young lives cut so short Yes, I'm puzzled, but always, they all have this retort "Always know, there's a reason, know with all that it takes Our Father's all loving, God does not make mistakes" Then, I meet a young man,struggled since he was born Something's wrong with his body, his heart's tattered and torn So, I rattle my brain, 'til that part of me wakes Oh yes, there's no problem, "God does not make mistakes" So, if "He" does exist, and my doubts, they are real I must let "Him" know how I really do feel He seems cold, makes no sense, in the choices he makes I regret to inform "God, you do make mistakes!"