A God In Me

There has to be a God in this Who else could mold, perfect and breathe life into a heap of soil And in so doing entrust the entire universe into the inexperienced hands of a bunch of self-reliant fools oblivious to His plans Who generously gives the world to greedy outstretched palms and the hordes of stampeding feet that carry them Who else finds beauty on the most grotesque of faces Sees peace in the eyes of a murderer, hears truth on the tongue of the liar Who placed grace in the hearts of the beligerent, wisdom on the lips of the ignorant and power in the palm of an infant There's God in this There has to be Who brings a sense of inner peace Where bitter tears leave broken pieces We inhale but we don't breathe Who penetrates our hearts of steel? Sifting effortlessly through the toxic piles of rubble with which we've infected our once perfectly pure souls But still, somehow...we remain those innocent little angels He adores And after a countless lifetimes of disappointment His is the kind of faith that still waits eagerly for his children to come home Who dares dream of the kind of persistence that makes the oceans kiss the shore no matter how many times they've met before Who teaches me to look within Revealing to me over and over again that the plan was never to fit in Teaching me to accept that the universe isn't all that it seems But in a world where truth is torn at seams, I'll let you know when I find me And if I'm ever to learn to fulfill the true purpose of my being Then there has to be a God in me (c) Tshegoness