Hidden Pains

I do not cry when doves fly Whenever it rains My tears are no longer flowing. I ask God why We betrayed Your confidence in this paradise You gave to us Do you still love us? Money and power are used to control others The cross of Jesus on top of the church tower There is no confidence in their religion. Like a thief, They lay in wait. As I look up at the morning sky, The Butterfly is stunning I am no longer perplexed as to why Your Love and Wisdom are my guiding Light.