A Working God

Say, where would I find God? In every sense I do seek God, For all purpose a God He'll be But He will be more like me. He will endure the life I live, He'll struggle and He'll strive, Thru the dark days and sunshine He'll be more human than divine. Then He can lend me a hand, By my side, firm He'll stand, He'll jump with joy when I win, And turn a blind eye when I sin. Then everything will be fine with me, If I can just touch Him, hear and see, To whom I can simply say, Stand by me, Lord, to thee I pray. Right next to me will then be my heaven, My true confession, my instant salvation... Alas, it's just a whim, a wistful thinking, God remain defiantly taciturn, forever hiding!