A Novena

I used to be a bad boy before my rehabilitation,
then some of my prayers answered nine days later,
I'd like to see you walk again, take away the pain,
I can't do things on my own, it may never be the same.

I used to be doubtful if there was any proven deity,
how was it possible, there was no proof it seemed to me,
I wanted everythihg written down, not just mystery,
nothing ever happened, rejected, could you satisfy me?

I used to be incredulous why all these disasters happened,
was there no control, any real order, no one ever listened,
we even spoiled everything just to make all much worse,
no wonder that you could only think life was just a curse.

At least I have some answers now, albeit not fully done,
other mindsets seem to suggest that they really have none.