I haven't decided if he's bearded and white
If he's Asian
Or maybe African American
Or we could be praying to a one-eyed,
One-horned,
Flying, purple, people-eater
And we wouldn't know
Because what if that happens after we die?
Unless you're like the miracles from the books
Where you die and talk to God and come back
Or if He talks to you on a regular basis
Or maybe we have it wrong and He prefers to be a She
And we wouldn't know
It's out of our realm
We don't know
And you can't tell me what I need to believe
Because we're both still trying to figure it out
Because we are people
And most of the time
Questioning exactly what I'm being told not to question
Seems like exactly what I want to do.