It Is a Cruel and Michievous God
It is a Cruel and Mischievous God,
That Sprung Me Sadistically Here.
No Doubt Oblivious To That Gentle Nod,
Of My Indifferent Maker Who Swore to Care.
They say it will be The Laying Down Divine Hands,
That Will Cut My Tethered Soul Loose.
But My Impatience for Divine Intervention,
Has Introduced Me to the Charms of the Noose.
A Celestial Orphan I have Become,
Forever Searching for My Apathetic Father.
To Bless Me Before My Life is done,
Loving Me forever Until There is No Other.
Copyright © Lisa Smith | Year Posted 2009
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