where would you find the One who made all?
perhaps looking in the rain forest, full of life, trees so tall
or maybe that would be too wet, so go to the desert next
He could still be there from when He over did our hex
surely He would not go north, it’s far too cold you see
plus Santa Claus was already sent there with human’s glee
no, lets try somewhere else, maybe at our schools?
well it seems to be His name, His plan, His love aren’t cool
then to those meeting places of world leaders look we
shoot, for it be they cannot be bothered while having tea
most people know Him right? So to that screen look and find
that those people have become gross, free, most of all blind
our search started clear with meaning, with hope
finding we have dropped Him so others may cope
slowly opening the spill ways into our wanting mind
not knowing the flood’s affects, where it might wind
lying waste to the once fertile grounds, so well kept
now in disarray, wanting the grey, no longer being apt
one last look we may take, this time at church
people like us go there to find, to pray, to search
sadly it too can become low in love, forming a shell
used only when the feeling comes to be well
still we have this faith in us, contained in no bin
nothing here is sound, to it we must not give in
where would you find the One who made all?
try a still pond, look into it, and see His all