WHERE IS YOUR GOD?(Psalms 42)

Then I woke up a Sunday morning No hello from humans with no birds chirping Hmm! Church doors shut with no hymns and no bells ringing Bizarre feelings to hear gunshots firing Oh! Out I peeped and saw a church still burning

"Surely the work of the Devil's gents The ferocious exertion of the evil hands The devilish slog to God's own churches and lands God sees our indescribable pains Never will He forsake us" said a friend tensed

How do we give them the answers Lord If and when they ridicule us "Where is your God?" When they deride us and mock us "Where is your God?" Oh! If they taunt me "Where is your God?" And when they keep mocking me "Where is your God?"