Cross Your Fingers
Cross your fingers for me
For one can die so easily
It’s all a matter of faith
Whether you are part of the wraith
That we perceive God will be
Standing in front of her or him you see
And what of the atheists in the crowd
What if they were wrong and not allowed
When I have spoke about this very thing
Everyone has their own lyrics to sing
I am convinced of the supreme being
And I hope there is a reward I will be seeing.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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