When I Visited God
That day when I visited God
He was in far away Heaven
He drove no Toyota or Ford
Neither did he had human in his oven
I called to him, Lord
As if calling my nephew Kelvin
He had a big book-like book on his lap
The number of pages well I wouldn’t know
From his works he must be thirsty and needs a cup
To fetch wine of which he can sip slow
Close to his main chamber is a big tap
Through which holiness flow
He sat on a golden beautiful chair
And pomade himself with a judgement cream
From his rewards to the sudden tear
Judgement is heavier than a beam
As he flipped pages with no love or care,
My eyes opened and saw it was all a dream.
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