Where is your God? where is this light?
he makes a wad...that is'nt right.
Where does he hide? where is his crib?
do you think they lied?...a heavenly fib?
Children die, Mothers cry,
now I lay me down to lie,
apple pie, had to try,
you're not supposed to know why.
Where is your God? what is his number?
a wink and a nod, the eternal slumber.
Does he find it funny? a failure to grade,
you think with his money...he'd aid.
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I heard it said 'we' are 'god', hands and feet and all that, so, guess we're supposed to be the one's to give aid? You write in a really raw, interesting way. Bring lots of questions to your work. I like it. Later, AG
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Thanks...appreciated.
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I guess I don't have to ask if you believe in God. You know I agree with a lot you had to say on your home page but for one who may think aliens are taking over is it so hard to believe there is a creating force, I didn't say God like people love to get all pious over. I'm talking about a force that you can voice to, that helps, that makes things grow. It's beautiful really, the mind I mean. Things are the way you see them which makes you truly powerful.
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