Many times Satan whispers,
"There is no need to try;
For there's no end of sorrow,
There's no hope by and by";
But I know Thou art with me,
And tomorrow I'll rise;
Where the storms never darken the skies.

'Til the storm passes over,
'Til the thunder sounds no more;
'Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand,
In the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended,
And the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence.
On that bright, peaceful shore.
In that land where the tempest
Never comes, Lord may I

- Till the storm passes by, Mosie Lister

i wonder sometimes how you are going to fix it all. you know, this world you created? these people who are hurting? do you care? what can YOU do? what will You do with us all?

Or is this life completely meaningless as some suggest? Evolution made you, they say. Your life has no meaning. Only the fittest survive, so become the fittest, and make sure your genes pass on. 

Is this all there is? Purposeless evolution? Do you care, about me, about my friends who are hurting? 
About those children? Or, are You blind to our cries? How are you going to fix it all? Because the world seems so big, the problems too many, that You can't fix it all. 

But that's not true. You are God, the omnipotent, omniscient one. But why should You care? for if You willed, You can create others, who would willingly obey and follow You, unlike us, depraved, sinful, and disobedient. 

So there You are in heaven, looking down at us, why do You care, for the little ones, for the weak ones - that the world do not take note of, why should You care?

O Lord, our Lord, 

How excellent is Your name in all the earth,

Who have set Your glory above all the heavens! 

Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants

You have ordained strength, 

Because of Your enemies,

That You may silence the enemy and the avenger

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, 

The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,

What is man that You are mindful of him, 

And the son of man that You visit Him?

Psalm 8: 1-4