Why do we exist?
Is it for God's amusment, or other people?
Are we just puppets dancing for Him,
are we just meant to die at the hands of
him if he doesn't like our preformance?
Questions like these are what we ask every day we are beaten and bruised by Him. How could He be so cruel? Why? Why us, his loving children,or so he says? We thought He loved us but He only wants to see us suffer! Why is that? What did we do? I'll tell you what we did...We lived.