I was always there,
Always at the Services,
The Services for Easter.
Maundy Thursday for the Last Supper,
Good Friday for the Crucifixion,
Easter Day for the Resurrection.
But my Faith has gone,
Why should I believe,
Believe in the God of Love
When my loved one is so ill.
Her dementia has taken her,
Taken her from me,
Taken her into a world of her own.
I have prayed,
She has prayed,
But she just gets worse.
Where are you God,
Are you just a myth,
A myth to control people,
People called Christians.
Are you there God!!!
“No answer!!”
Came the stern reply!