Playing God

Playing God

You sat children on your knee

just like he did.

Were you playing God then,

creating Him in your image?

Did you claim your power

In His name,

the power to be

a “slayer of souls?” *

And when you realized

you were not God after all,

when you lay dying in a bed of sweat,

did you know fear then?

And when you breathed

your last breath

and went to meet your God,

did you know despair then?

Did it crush you,

stealing your words

and leaving you powerless

as we once were in your hands?

And in your despair did you pray to be released

from the hell you had been shown,

And did this prayer go unheard

like a child’s silent tears in the night?

If so,

then perhaps,

there is a God,

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