Listening and Loving

Listening And Loving By Curtis Johnson There are some who proclaim themselves to be deists And acknowledge I do exist, but assume no responsibility There are those who say they are atheists And claim that I do not exist There are others who are agnostics And claim there’s no way they can know But to those who believe in me, but stand afar As you ponder what I think, ask me if you dare Pause and come to me, and see that I really do care Many think that I am a mystery; others stand and stare Those who heartily believe, and love up close, are rare Of your love and your desire for me, I am aware I am always watching you, just waiting to share Your fears and your pain, I do want to bare Do not think that I am far, and somewhere way up there You need not think that I am just floating out there in the air O my child, I even know the color and the texture of your hair I am hope; I am peace; I am love; and I am fair O come to me; trust in me; and say a simple prayer O dear one, I am here; I am there; I am listening; I am God