I have a poem about God:
If God Popped Up
I don't know what I'd say
If God popped from the sky
But I'd try to find some things to say
If I saw Him eye to eye
I'd ask Him if I was here at all
And was He really there?
And how it is I know,I know
And does He really care?
How would He know how to answer me
In a language I could hear?
I'd ask how far Heaven was
And was it very near?
And why it was,with just one truth
There were so many beliefs?
And why it was that things with tops
Had to have underneaths?
Anything He had to say
Could even be a lie
And if I suggested this to Him
Would it make Him cry?
He might not even respond at all
And not even notice me
But one thing's for sure,whatever He did
We could never even agree
On whether He had popped from the sky
Or why I have to die
Or even what agreement was
Or how He made the eye
Because He gave me a mind
With which to question Him
So He cannot find me at fault
If I dismiss Him on a whim
Or utilise a rationale
That was bestowed on me
By the progression of the human mind
Which set free-thinkers free
He's only got Himself to blame
For everything He's made
I could only thank God that we're not all the same
And for those that still believe in Him,He should really be afraid