Most Christians
have a God above who is very far away
He’s ready for to
punish them when ere they go astray
His life’s made
up of rules and laws, so hard to keep and do
And then a
preacher comes along, “Now listen God loves you”
“The God of whom
you speak good sir, what has he done for me?”
“He gave his well
beloved son, to give true liberty”
“Well then good
sir, forgive my doubt, if what you say
is true
Why is your face
so glumly set, its hard to smile for you”
“You have a face
from pole to pole, and frozen like them too
Where is this
joy, pray tell good sir, don’t say beyond the blue
You fret and
worry run around, your brow with furrowed frown
Where is the God
whereof you speak, why does he not come down?”
“Excuse me sir,”
I entered in, “may I be oh so bold
To tell you God
the son came down, the story’s oft been told”
“Ah yes” the man
did answer me, “but that was long ago
But where the
company of life when troubles ebb and flow.”
And then another
entered in, his suit it looked so grand
“Now give the
Lord your ten percent and join the happy band”
“Good man Please
think before you speak, I have a family too
Give ten percent
of what I have, then what will your God do”
An then another
entered in, so pious sang a hymn,
In solemn
monotone of voice, and face so very grim
“Dear man I must
attest to you, sure tidings I will tell
A failure to
accept God Son, your on your way to hell”
And yet another
he joined in, the scripture he knew well
He stood and
preached and then sat down, big bible , show and tell
His face bespoke
the lie he told, not full of joy was he
But round and
round the route he went, as busy as a bee.
At last the
questioner did say, Good sir can you not tell
And feel the love
of God for man, to save a soul from hell
The love of God
is not in you, your prayers as cold as ice
There not a tear
drop in your eyes, poor sinners to entice
I tell you sirs,
I tell you true, you have the data right
But the God of
love above, is far off from your sight
So very full of
truth are you, you miss the God of grace
There is no hope
of life beyond now showing on your face
You have a God
who’s very far; I want a God that’s near
An isolated God
you have, who never shed a tear
A God above who
sits supreme, descending he looks down
I have God who
love so deep, His Son did wear a crown
I speak of
Christ, that lovely man, He is the God of grace
He wept and
prayed, worked at a bench, and many knew his face
He stood beside a
broken heart, he touched the lepers skin
I have a God who
came so close, despite my every sin
He comes beside
me, day by day, and covers me around
He gives me
liberty from sin, and habits holding down
And when I fall
he does not childe, but looks with saddest eye
And as I sit and
look at him, then I begin to cry
My child, my
child, come to my arms, they’re ever opened wide
And look and see
the nail prints, and opened wounded side
I am the God from
Heaven above; I am your priest so high
I’ll succor and
I’ll care for you, until you’re in the sky
©R.Jennings
31st
Oct. 2001