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?
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.