MEETING GOD

Why do you bother to fulfill my hopes and dreams?
I am just a beggar in a young woman's body.
Why do you treat me like a daughter,
when deep down I am a criminal.
When all is lost and gone, why do you allow me to pick you as a last resort?
When the day is done, I forget to pray,
why do you love me, when I am so astray?
Willingly you hold me, as I push you away,
why do you touch the filth that permeates my soul?
If I would meet you. your beauty would frighten me,
I'd want to hide, but you would reveal my fear, and hold me,.......
.....Why?