Stripped Angel
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: God owns the Bible.
Author's Note: Just a thought that crossed my mind this week.
"How could You do this to me?"
I hear her scream in anger to the vaults of the skies.
My heart bleeds as I feel her sorrow
Heart wrenching sobs echo in My ears.
"All I wanted was for him to have a normal life
To settle down with children and a wife
Instead You killed my son!"
She screams at the silent heaven.
"He went about healing sick folk and doing good
Caring for the ones no one would;
And just when all was going well,
The Romans sent him to gloomy Sheol," she yelled,
Knowing that I could hear her in the other plane where I dwelled.
"Woman, you forget," I whispered, tears falling down to the earth below.
As the gentle rain cascaded, she heard My reply in her heart grown cold,
"He, too, was My Son."