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Some people say that God's a myth,
They don't believe He's there.
Others say that if He is ,
Then He just doesn't care.

They look at all the suffering,
Throughout the world around us.
Sickness, pain, starvation, war,
It fills them with disgust,

To think that there are those of us,
Who love Him and believe,
That The Almighty Father God,
Won't leave us here bereaved.

They want to blame it all on Him,
Though they don't think He's there;
But if He does not exist,
Why do they rail and swear?

Why hate someone who isn't there,
Who does not exist?
Why waste their time and energy,
And rave and shake their fists,

Just because we love our God,
Who is a God of love;
A God who is not filled with hate,
Who doesn't push and shove.

Other people worship gods,
That they must serve in fear.
Gods who threaten certain death,
For those who fail to clear,

The hurdles set before them,
By their arduous task master;
But people think them cool because,
They're different from The Master;

He who created all things good,
Surrounded us with beauty,
And gave us total freedom
To choose to do our duty.

If my God does not exist,
I've not wasted your time.
Don't take away my freedom,
By making it a crime,

To love my God as you love yours,
For we all serve a master.
I serve a God who loves me back,
Gives peace amid disaster.

I do not have to serve Him,
In fear and trembling,
And I'm here to tell you,
Such love is humbling.

You don't believe because you can't,
Or you just don't want to.
You have your rights and I have mine,
I won't lose Him just for you.

                                          Judy Ball


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