I heard about a young mother, Lord,

who got told in a hospital

that her little girl would die.

Her wonderful little girl-

who cuddled and ran and said silly things-

would die.

The doctor asked her how she felt.

She wanted to scream,

that’s how she felt!

‘Is there a place I can scream?"

‘We have a chapel.’

"I don’t want a chapel!"

She didn’t want to fold her hands,

to be quiet and ‘reverent.’

She wanted to scream!

She wanted to scream at you, Lord,

to ask what in the world you were doing,

taking her little girl like that!

By Harold Myra