The Rambling of a Pen

Why dose the thought of god Bring us tranquility Why does the loss of control Bring us harmony Is it the Hands of God we fear? Hands that smite and take Is it the Hands God we love? Hands that create Is there a throne in the afterlife? Or is it a thought of men Is there a throne in paradise? Or is to question it a sin Shall we rest upon the clouds To sleep in heavens peace Shall it be a peaceful slumber I hope it will never cease Shall I dream of this a little longer Until I see the face of God Shall it be as the preachers say My heart seems so flawed Why don’t I dream of God No care for his face Why am I forlorn to doom In this fated place