Owen (sorry so long)

I can't understand
While I hold him in my arms
How he can be so innocent
And yet cause this much harm
He's slowly fading faster
With each passing day
And it is so hard to sit here
Not quite sure what to say
I know that God is watching him
From in heaven up above
But why must Owen suffer
If him you really love
I know that you have planned this
And yes I still believe
But holding on when I am tired
Just makes me want to weep
I love my Godchild, God
I wouldn't never do him harm
So why are you killing him?
He's dying in my arms
He's never had a chance at life
And no he's never sinned
He is only 2 months old
And yet you call him in
I wish that I understood you God
And why you do these things
But if you do take the boy
You take everything he brings...
You take the joy from our chest
The cheerfulness and pride
And leave us here with great depression
Because Owen had no life
He may be born to a teen
And so what if she is young
But she's willing to give up everything....
isn't that enough?