My God, My God.

My God, My God.
Why have you created me.
You made us for Your glory,
but we live for our own.
You made us for your purpose,
but you gave us the choice.
We have chosen so wrongly.
but from you we hardly hear a noise.
It's not that you aren't making them.
It's just that we don't care.
Why did You take us from Your mind,
You were better of with us there.
Images of perfection.
We can only hope to be.
But hope, accounts for nothing,
and neither do I.