God knows best

The truth is God is patient, and
God weeps. I feel the pain.
I wish there was not so much sand,
God’s mercy not in vain.

I wish upon a thunderstorm
a being of The Lord
to shape an awe-inspired form
which cannot be ignored.

But all I ever see is rain
to make the being true,
the raindrops easy to explain.
And experts surely do.

But I know I do not know best.
From Heaven I should learn:
We grow by being put to test
salvation the concern.