You called me on the phone, saying you were alone, But that's a lie because I heard your moms breathing on the phone. And if you really like me, let your moms know She should mind her business. . . before I let go.
How can the good God Who loves us so much, be happy when we suffer? Never does our suffering make Him happy; but it is necessary for us, and so He sends it to us while, as it were, turning away His Face. . . I assure you that it costs Him dearly to fill us with bitterness.