Written By: David Devaney

September 25, 2005

The God of Is is critical,
Cynical, unkind
Represented by our fears
To which we're ever blind
He is for us most cognizant
Of every breath we take
And rests within our consciousness
As we ourselves forsake
He seems to have so little love
And brings a constant guilt
His dominance of who we are
Would many persons wilt
This present God, the God of fear
Brings much anxiety
A deity magnanimous
Who brings no piety.

The God of Was intimidates
With knowledge of his strength
With sacrifice and full control
He went to any length
He does create and too maintain
A universe of fear
No freedoms did he give to man
Till Jesus did appear
His history is Biblical
Told and told again
Demanding that we do or die
Before each day would end
He stories shared in testaments
The new and too the old
Where innocence was ever lost
And lives were bought and sold

And then, my friends, there is the God
Who will forever be
Since he began to touch our hearts
We live in ecstasy
For he's the morrow and the next
Where pain no more exists
In heaven where true love is found
With harmony and bliss
Where all the is and was is joined
In perfect happiness
The place of dreams that do come true
And does each life caress
And will be is a place of hope
Where fears are put aside
And God is just that special friend
In whom we do confide


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