Who is there?
In my darkest hours
When pain wracks my body
When dark thoughts plague me
Who is it who sustains me?
Who is there?
At times of anguish
When I feel so alone
When I feel all hope is gone
Who lifts me and guides me
Who is there?
In the depths of my despair
When I see no end
When I seek release
Who is it?
Who will take my pain
He is there
When the pain ends
When darkness is banished
In the light of love
My lord god will keep me
Yes I believe in God
I believe in God the father of all
I believe in the Ten Commandments
God handed to Moses
A better set of rules to live your life by
Does not exist
I’m not comfortable calling myself a Christian
however
I was baptized a Christian
And raised as one
And I attend a Christian church
But I'm not a true Christian
I don’t turn the other cheek
A
Dad was on the beach with his children
When
his four-year-old son ran up to him,
Took
his hand and dragged to the shore
Where
a seagull lay dead in the sand before him
“Daddy, what happened to it?” the boy asked
Dad replied, “He died and went to Heaven son,”
The boy thought a moment and then said,
“Did
God throw him back down here then?”
When I was a boy I prayed to god
For
a new bike for me
Then
I realized that God
Doesn’t
work like that you see
So,
I stole one instead
And
asked him to forgive me
In my latter years I only ask
That
God grant me in my senility
To
forget people, I never liked at any rate
And
the good fortune
To
run into the people that I do like
And
the eyesight to differentiate
Six-year-old Ellie was in church
With
four-year-old Luke her brother
They
were sitting in the church
Attending
a family wedding together
Luke laughed, sang, and talked out loud.
Pulled faces and generally messed about
Finally,
his big sister had had enough
Luke
was spoiling her special day out
“You're not supposed to talk out loud in church.”
“Why?” Luke asked “Who's going to stop me?”.
Ellie pointed to the back of the church and said,
“Those
two men by the door are hushers see”
Master of the universe
Great architect of nature
Builder of the galaxies
Every
facet and feature
Don’t
listen to our silence
Most
benevolent creator
And
think us unworthy
Don’t
condemn us like a traitor
We
are misguided only
That
is just our nature
We
will turn to you again
For
man is a fickle creature
