Agnostic Acrostic
A being so mighty he made everything
God is his name, they speak it, or sing
No-one can prove that he really exists
Oh how can it be that the rumour persists
Such beauty abounds on this planet we dwell
Though war and atrocity loiter as well
It’s ‘faith’ that says thanks for the good things we’ve had
Claiming ‘mysterious ways’ for the bad
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