Tell Me Good

I'm here & there for hearts that strive passed the pain. Even in the knees bleed, Falling, Doing my part, Helping hand. See, Been here & there, Because human I am, Like the rest. Being "the man" got me nowhere, Truthful soul carried me farther far in short time traveling. Past is not my aim, What one future sight seeing, Determines if I am here & there. Not a Good Christian in my thinking? That explains why God gets all the blame, Wanting Him to play dumb like nothings wrong. Than can one really call that Love, pretending away? Look at it like this, Prisonful, Why? What have they done ungodly? And the hurtful ones from inmates, Who will interpret why Love done this to them, Bring suffering resources from nothing wrong?