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
Copyright © Tshego Khumalo | Year Posted 2014
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