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God Must Not Exist

With all the sorrow in the world,
And horrors that persist,
The fact that evil things occur,
Says God must not exist.

I see planes flown into buildings,
And bombs on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Not finding their remains.

There are crooked politicians
Vying to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And do not feed the soul.

There are people who are starving,
Who suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
A cycle that repeats.

So I climbed the highest building,
Screamed at God above,
I asked, why won’t you do something,
If you’re a God of love?

Then the skies began to darken,
Lightning bolts crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a sword and a crown.

He bade me to cease my groaning,
My complaints had been heard.
And he had been charged with a task:
Delivering God’s word.

I listened as he spoke to me,
His voice was so serene,
He revealed to me the reason
Why God won’t intervene.

He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our free will.
It is man who makes the choices,
To steal, deceive, or kill.

And if God were to intervene,
We wouldn’t have a choice.
No freedom left to make mistakes,
No questions, and no voice.

The only choices we would make,
Would come from God above.
You’d have no say in what you do,
Or even who you love.

Like fish in an aquarium
Unable to be free.
For they’ve never had the option,
To gaze upon the sea.

Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He grant it for you?
Would you like the Lord to decide
The things you say and do?

I pondered what the Angel said,
Until I understood.
There’s a price to pay for freedom,
Knowing evil and good.

It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choice is broad.
But if we choose the darker path,
We must stop blaming God!

He would not chart that course for you,
He grieves each time you lose.
But He allows your destiny,
To be the one you choose.

With that, I watched the storm subside,
The skies began to clear;
As the last words the Angel spoke,
Rang loudly in my ear.

“You may choose to heed my counsel, 
Or disregard my voice.
The grace of God is found within
The fact you have that choice.”

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