WHERE WAS GOD?

 

When Haiti shook

And the old colonial

Structures fell

Who was to blame?

 

When the rains fell on Madeira

Making rivers of mud

Where once were roads

Who was to blame?

 

When earthquake and tsunami

Wreaked their havoc

On Chile’s coast

Who was to blame?

 

The zealots speak of God’s wrath,

Divine retribution

Against the wicked of the world

Smiting the transgressors

But it’s not the wicked who suffer

It’s the most humble and devout

The poor and the needy

Who suffer the most

Why would God do such a thing?

What would be gained?

It’s not a Godly act

But rather that of a tyrant

That’s not what my God would do

My God is a loving God

Not a wrathful being

 

The secular blame God

For not stopping natural disasters

They don’t believe in him

But blame him anyway

Where was God?

What was God doing when he was needed?

When something wonderful happens

They praise nature’s ingenuity

Yet when tragedy strikes

It’s “where was God?”

God is not to blame

It is not within his power to prevent disasters

So he does what he can

He comforts and supports

Eases suffering and ends pain

But my God is not to blame

 

Mother Nature is the culprit

The planet is angry with mankind

And unleashes these acts of spite

To punish us for our indifference

Mother Nature roars

And defines our insignificance

When the earth moves

And mountains split

When winds tear up all before them

And the seas rise up

We are powerless

But we are not alone

When we are at our most vulnerable

Who do we call upon? God

Whoever that God might be

Mine is an understanding God

A compassionate God

GODS GRACE

 

Little Grace sat hugging her granddad

“Did God make you granddad”? She said

As she stroked his old wrinkled face

Then ran her fingers across his balding head

“Yes sweetheart God did make me”

Then she touched her own face 

“And did God make me too”?

“Yes God made you too my little Grace”

She thought for a moment then said

“Well in that case then I guess

God must have fixed the problems

In the manufacturing process”

 

WHO IS THERE

 

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

GOD ONLY

 

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

OUT OF THE MOUTH’S OF BABES – DOWN ON THE BEACH

 

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?”

CHILDISH PRAYER

 

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

GOD HELP 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