A/N: I realized that Answers wasn't as complete as I could've made it, so I deleted it and rewrote it. And then a typo made me upset, so I had to edit it again.

I was afraid that all my prayers had fallen on deaf ears:

There was no embrace to ease the sorrow, no hand to dry the tears

Of the victims of society: the lost, broken, confused.

Did God stand by and do naught as hearts were bought and bruised?

My mind was full of questions as I fell into a dream.

My Father said, “Walk with me, child – you have things to ask, it seems.”

“My God,” I cried, “Where were you when hope seemed to be gone?

You left us in the darkness, but then returned at dawn.”

My Father smiled benignly and said, “Child, dry your tears.

I swear I never left you, not once, throughout the years.

You have nothing to fear. I have a plan, it’s true:

To shed light in the darkness, my child, I created you.”

It was then that I remembered a homeless girl I’d seen,

Her features set into a frown on a face so taut and lean

“God,” I said, “How can I be a light in the life of this child?

She may be already too far gone, her innocence too defiled.”

Said He, “No-one is ever too broken for my eyes.

She needs to hear your voice of truth; she lives in a world of lies.”

I wept as I admitted, “I don’t know what to do.”

But he looked at me and said, “It’s not too hard for you.

You weren’t alone when I planned this, and alone you’ll never be.

For you seem to have forgotten that you’ll always have me.”

“My Father,” I said, but with a start, I realized he was gone.

So I stood alone, but at the same time not, in the impending dawn.