Your Childish Ways; Your Prideful Disdain

Dear Lord, my Father: I can't comprehend,
The soul that schemes a master facade
Of prideful disdain towards an innocent "friend,"
Ignorantly claimed to be an "act" of God.
Attacked and belittled with false accusations,
My heart aches and tears itself into shreds.
Destroyed by a child's senseless assumptions,
My once pure thoughts are now stained red.
And within this hour of darkness I pray,
As I lie battered, beaten and bruised,
For you to save me from the issue conveyed,
By the selfish wrath of the morally confused.
Yet alas, they insist you stand behind them with pride,
And I fear that's where your alliance truly lies.