What Think You of God

So what think you of God I say and where and when Did you last pray Is he an old man in the sky or King of Kings who reigns on high His lovely name, by most is used in swearing filth and thus abused and though He hung the earth in place creation spits into His face Okay, the world is in a mess and I’m annoyed, I must confess of war and want and Sin and death of drink and drugs and crystal meth Of politics and promises ignoring evil practices we give it room and see it fed then sit right back and watch it spread But why blame God for all that’s wrong when we have chosen our own song instead of doing what Is right, we welcome dark and shun the light No wonder then that bleeding earth still cooling from it’s fiery birth now tires of it’s warring hosts spreading hell from coast to coast We have the power, you and i to make a difference, 'ere we die and scratch our names in history - before we meet eternity