Why I Know God Exists

There is love.
Though I'm angry and bitter,
Though I am undeserving,
Though wrath swells in my soul
While I write this...
Yes, I am angry at God.
But, God exists.

Job was angered at God.
It wasn't a sin.
As he sat sore covered,
His entire family killed.
His house ruined,
And only the nagging wife...
Job was furious
Asking God why he must suffer.

Those paragraphs in between the main chapters
Some people say, "Why would they be written?"
It is because many people have never suffered for doing right.
Immediately, everyone believes suffering is for bad men.
I've seen more worthy homeless men
In my life, than I've seen worthy rich men.
I've seen better people on the street,
And poor, than I've seen in business suits.
That is why I know God exists.
Something sweet has to exist for these people.
Some sweetness, some goodness,
Has to exist.

For man is given dominion over the Earth.
We, men, are the ones who rule this Earth,
With very little intervention by God.
God does not intervene often,
For "6“What is mankind that you are mindful of them,
    a son of man that you care for him?
7 You made them a little[a] lower than the angels;
    you crowned them with glory and honor
8     and put everything under their feet.”

Men are given authority over the earth,
Because God subjected the Earth to man's domain.
It is why miracles seldom come.
It is why good is often made so low
And the righteous are brought low.
The pastor preaches posperity,
And it is enough to make me lose my faith.
Christ said nothing of prosperity.
Man gives and bestows prosperity,
And man takes it away.

For the poor man languishing in his heartache,
God will give him meat like the fowls of heaven,
But, God will not enrich a man.
Hard work enriches a man,
And sometimes hard work ends in failure.

For, there are men who preside over my prosperity
And it is "Line upon line,
"Here a little, there a little,"
Who steal from me burdens of wheat.
I see no hope, for I am languishing in my failure
And I see no way out.
For I haven't sinned to place myself in these bonds.
I had, as it were, told the truth.
And for the truth, Satan defies it.
By giving a little prosperity to wicked men
Just enough to eat at their hearts,
And destroy them when the trap comes.

As for me, Satan holds me down like a fettered
Prisoner, and man takes the key, and locks it.
God, God could stop it.
But, he will only stop it when He pleases.
And right now he does not please to do it.
For I am languishing, but am well fed.
I am sorrowful, but am filled with more good than many men.

There is a level at which I am at.
I can either turn bitter that my desires were frustrated.
Or, I can prophesy doom that never comes,
And never see the broken glass of warfare.
For if I speak it, Satan is obstinate to make me a liar.
So, as a liar, I spoke the truth, for Satan wishes to carry forth his plan.

By my voice, I rebuke princes and principalities.
By my voice. I am growing bitter for nothing good seems to come to me.
I am broken in an instant.
I am carried forth into shame and obscurity.
Yet, I know God exists, and He is good.
Because it is not God's domain, this earth.
It is our domain.
And man makes man rich
And man makes man poor.
And devils corrupt the rich
To throw insults at the poor.

For I am poor in spirit,
Though I am bitter to my roots.
I am bitter because my spirit is failing.
LORD, when will the threshing end?