My Lord, My Father
I'm writing this tribute to God
for He created this Earth,
He has cared for us deeply
even well after our birth.
He created the universe
created it for us to see,
stars that twinkle in the night sky
were put there for you and me.
He put colour out in space
worked hard, with His paintbrush,
took His time doing so
He wasn't in a big rush.
He created the flowers
for us to stop and smell,
took good care of His gardens
He has done it very well.
He created the trees
to give us all fresh air,
it bothers me, to know
our forests are going bare.
We are destroying, with not a care
we all must take part,
give God the break He needs
by replenishing from our hearts.
We kill each other daily
it doesn't make sense to me,
our Creator's heart is broken
when it should be filled with glee.
I love my Father deeply, but
my heart breaks, for people in this world,
instead of being filled with love
hatred and anger, have been hurled.
A thank you, to my Father
for giving me the chance to speak,
I didn't want to keep this in any longer
I usually keep to myself and am meek.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Aug.22/2013
When people blame God for everything that is going on, I take a deep offense to it. I feel anger within my heart, when this happens.
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