Why would God save Donald Trump
But let the Kennedy’s die?
He doesn’t spare young children’s lives
When bombs fall from the sky.
Why if God can intervene
Is he never given blame?
I don’t blame God for my dead son
Our God’s are not the same.
My God’s a God of suffering
He wept alongside me
I don’t think he’s Republican
Or up for taking sides.
God doesn’t rule our every day
We make our own mistakes
I’m sorry Donald Trump got shot
But it don’t make him a saint.
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