Conversation With God
I can't believe I did those things
that make up my dear life
I could have shared with others
let them do one or two
but, someone told me
you were put here for
these things I planned for you
But, God, my life has been so good
are you sure it all was for me
do not argue with your maker
you are mine, you see
The homeless man there on the street
holding the little child's hand
couldn't you have shared my life
with that poor old man
Don't worry, child
that man is homeless 'cause he wants to be
they tried to make him cheat at his job
he kept the faith you see
he quit his job, 'cause he believes in me
his troubles won't be long
for someone else, a CEO,
has identical faith you see
this man will find the homeless man
find out he suits his needs
the two of them will work things out
where there will be no greed
There will be food
while they are homeless
places for them to sleep
in the meantime, my child
there is no need to weep
As long as there is faith in me
I will take care of you
The life I gave you
do not feel bad
It was mine to give you, you see.
You kept the faith but, faltered some
I was there with you
when you die just have no fear
for I will be there too.....
Copyright © Polly Plafcan | Year Posted 2011
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