I going to look for God
I'm going out to find God today,
I've lots of time, it's a holiday.
I wonder if He's big and strong,
He wears white... or am I wrong?
I wonder if He's in the wood,
So magical in childhood.
I'll ask my friends if they might know
Where He always likes to go.
Mum says, "He's simply everywhere—
You won't find Him in a comfy chair!"
I'm going to ask friends at school;
I'll start with Ria—she's no fool.
Ria is Hindu, kind and bright.
She smiles and says, "You're looking right.
We call Him Brahman where I pray;
He's all around us every day."
Rizwan is Muslim, calm and kind;
He helps me out when I'm behind.
"It's Allah," he says with a happy grin,
"His love and care reach everything."
I've searched the woods and climbed a hill,
I've stood so very quiet and still.
Then I began to understand—
God's love is shown by helping hands.
When friends are kind and people care,
It's easier to feel He's there.
Perhaps that's where my search should start...
For God is closest in every heart.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2026
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