Question

To God my creator and Heavenly Savior

Why do you make life so hard, is it a test we pass or fail
You created us in your image, why can’t we avoid life’s difficult scrimmage

We cry for those who die young, are they the ones who really won
When humans kill humans before they are born, they call that abortion
because it sounds better than Kill

Those unborn souls also created in your image—do they go straight to Heaven
And avoid life’s difficult scrimmage

That all sounds good to me for your loving justice will prevail—the unborn killed
In the womb won’t have to pass or fail