The End of All Debate

You're thinking it's the end of all debate
When suffering is loaded on a child,
That everyone, like you, is driven wild
To think that only some unholy hate
Could drive omnipotence to contemplate
Babies in gruesome pain, or praise as mild
A god who lets that happen. Keep it filed
Under Distaste, not Deity or Fate.

I heard a woman lost her infant son
To cancer running fast and fancy-free
Through his small body. Anyone could see
How bad it was, and soon the deed was done.
She cried, but then explained to everyone
That her child, too, was saved at Calvary.