Started with Delilah

I want to copy
  Those lyrics starting with Hey God, remember me?
But there is nothing to remember.
There is nothing that has happened
          That deserves the question for him,
            From me.
So instead of asking remember me,
I want to ask remember anyone?
              But of course he does,
              There are so many miracles happening around here.
Well, not so many but a few I’ve heard.

Then I wonder more about the people needing God
        Did you know you had have to apply in order to help?
You have to make an application showing your qualifications
  In order to help a person who has none, or only some.
They must judge on whether you will be worthy
      By what others think of you.
And I ask why God has forgotten me? Why God has forgotten others?
We cannot help, unless we are qualified.
By whose standards?

If someone wishes to help
With all of their heart and mind.
        Isn’t that enough?
It is to me.
Wish for the ones who show it
    The ones for all we know were forced to do it.
The ones who have credentials
Even if they do not have the heart. The soul,
        To finish their help.

Is money the only important thing?
        Is your past the only thing worthy enough?
Why can the present not be your credentials?
Why can’t money not be an issue?
The latter question is of course vain,
                Those pieces of paper, metal, will always be
                A indent in our society.

And we wonder why God doesn’t help us?
We judge another’s past
We put our faith in paper money
          We allow untrustworthiness.
We try to help, but only if there is qualifications behind it.
We try to help, but only if we get money for it.
We try to help, but only with a college education.
We try to help, but only if we have the necessary equipment.
We try to help, but only when someone is worthy of it.
We try to help, but no give something of ours to them.

Cowards? Fools?
        We are human. We are at fault. And we can’t blame,
          The only thing worth dying for.