Logic of sorts does not it explain <br />From pride and calumny though we stay <br />God alone must all the time attain <br />Our deepest affections when we pray <br /> <br />Innocents fall dead at guilty hands <br />Bribed mouths are mum to bitter truth <br />We do not know why He folds His hands <br />But to berate Him would be uncouth <br /> <br />The rich will get all the richer still <br />I go on keeping poverty kin <br />Who am I to quiz the divine will <br />That would very likely be a sin <br /> <br />So my sorrow must be respectful <br />I must cry and yet say I love God <br />I cannot understand it in full <br />But my pastor insists that God is God.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-is-god/
