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Who Would Listen No one would listen when I said, “Why does Daddy hate me?” No one would listen when I said, “That bad man tried to touch me No one would listen when I said, “I was deeply saddened and needed help!” My broken demeanor spoke volumes but no one cared enough to listen. God wouldn’t listen when my broken voice Spoke loudly pleading to take away my brother’s Cancer as he suffered so terribly. God wouldn’t listen to my broken voice Shrouded with pain, when I asked for strength As I struggled with the heartache of losing my Beloved brother. The loss of my brother’s life left me Shuddering alone in silence. Who will listen, here, no one but When I am face to face with God I pray He will forgive my failings. My greatest hope is to rejoin my Brother in Heaven with all wounds healed, Joy in our hearts and restored as God’s Children who we always were but wouldn’t listen.

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Date: 3/25/2021 5:48:00 AM
A sad treatise on the way of the world- selfish and uncaring, taking its lead from God apparently. Bleakly, unrelentingly pessimistic, with only a tiny sliver of personal hope remaining. Or am I misreading the author’s thinking here ?
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