“MAKE BELIEVE”

I make me a God I can pray to, or God makes me think that I do,

And is this unique?  Maybe not. 

It may be just nothing so new.

And shall I make prayers to this Wonder,

who will hear all these prayers I have made Because I am desperate and grieving or think that I’m ready to fade?

Will God be a man or a woman? 

Mean?

  Or a kind Deity?

A warrior destroyer or only a voyeur? 

Oh, what am I doing to me?

I’m making myself entirely dependent and needing God’s help all day long,

And before long, I’m working for God;

I’m weakly, and God is so strong.

Will God make me go into battle and kill those who do not believe,

That my God is great and mighty;

if you don’t praise God, you must leave.

When God is a person who listens,

God can make war or bring peace,

Shall I make God not a person? 

Then, maybe warfare, it might cease.

Does all of existence just wrap us, inside of its tender embrace?

Ideas of God can be dangerous if we must rely on God’s grace.