steady weeping rain
drums against the window pane
mourning over agonies
that I’m too blind to see.
a God with power who doesn’t care
might as well not e’en be there.
a God who cares but doesn’t see
is not all that much good to me.
there must be One who sees all things
the fallen sparrow with broken wing
who cares enough to intercede
when I can’t even see.