Why?

On the street I saw a small girl,
Cold and shivering in a thin dress,
With little hope of a decent meal,
I Became angry and said to GOD,
‘Why did you permit this?”
“Why don’t you do something about it?”

For a while GOD said nothing,
That night he replied, quite suddenly,
“I certainly did something about it”.
I made you.

(Received in a forwarded email)