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IF THERE WERE NO GOD...
The world would be sad
As each wrestled each to take what each dared;
They'd carve out the spoils & the spice of the land
And leave what remained for inferior clans....
If there were no God
There would be no point ~
There would be no reason
To blister your soul for myriad legions
Of souls who are weighed down by life's many treasons;
All would be CHAOS ~ all would be BLIGHT!
And never a reason to mend it ~ JUST FIGHT!!!
BUT THERE IS A GOD...
And for those who think not ~
Are ignorant of
Or somehow forgot...
There's LOVE in the air
From virtue above
That's sprinkled with CARE
On those who would love...
Comingled together with GRACE & with HOPE
It gives us a path....
So clentch to the rope & pull yourself high
Away from the scoundrels who cheat & who lie;
Give yourself up to this rope-maddened chase
Your lot: BE DIVINE ~ from the Earth & the Base....
THERE IS A GOD...
WHO tenders us so ~
And never forget this ~
Then Heaven you'll go....
IF THERE WERE NO GOD...
Who would make the flowers to bloom?
The corn to so ripen or the creatures a room?
If we left it to MAN...
The flowers would burn ~
The corn would turn bitter - the mammals to yearn....
So let's all rejoice
For OUR GOD up above ~
Who counters MAN'S HATRED
With UNDYING LOVE~
From the furtherest REALMS of SO HIGH ABOVE!
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[[OK-OK, GOD IS LOVE, but I AM SURE WE ALL FEEL -WHETHER WE WISH TO ADMIT IT OR NOT-THAT GOD "takes the fun" OUT OF OUR "sunny-lives" by "cramping our style" ON OCCASION...WHEN WE WISHED HE WERE NOT 'LOOKING'; hence THE FOLLOWING DIALOGUE BETWEEN A WAYWARD SON & HIS FATHER....]]
A MESSAGE TO MY NERVY GOD
Don't be such a busy-body, snooping at my mind
Prying into darkened holes where thoughts within are mine!
You have some nerve to tell to me what I should say or think
Who made you boss or boastful Lord that I should give a tink?
A tinker's toy is worthy MORE to be treated with such shame,
To spy my mind from lofty heights~you're not worthy of your name!!!
What care YOU if I should lie and think of virgins so;
And pretty girls of every race, my seed into I sow?!?
How dare YOU look into my soul that't plotting schemes so sly...
I'll never do them ~ so I think~ 'though that may be a lie.
Why should YOU care (they're only thoughts) and thoughts are what we think -
YOU never thought a thought or two that wasn't 'in the pink?'
I cursed my God with names sublime and angered at HIS lust,
To know my every wee wee thought~ does not HE me e'er trust?
And then this angel came to me to set the record straight...
By blinding me with his large light and to my mind did state:
"Oh you of lowly lustful mind must grow into the sod,
But guard your mind & purify, or it will be quite hard...
Sweep it clean & sweep it fast, or dirty it will clog ~
The thoughts that spill into your soul, no merit you will log."
In vapors quick the vision left, the light did dim to dark.
Then I was left to ponder this ~ this vision in the dark....
My mind was blank, no lustful thoughts did cross its portals now;
No thoughts of scheming ~ wooing women ~ sunk within my brow...
But rather now I VISIONED ON: my mind's eye saw a root ~
That broke the surface to become a seed in flowered shoot.
The WISDOM of my GOD does know the root of every man,
HE welcomes not to HOLY SOIL a weed: would spoil the clan.
And so I said, "I'm sorry!" to my dear old spying God...
Then promised HIM to pick those weeds that rooted in my heart;
My angel finally bursted in, announcing to my God:
"The garden's ready for a seed to flower in YOUR sod!" |
