False Gods

How could God be unfair

If all he ask is that

We desire him

But we desire ourselves

Sometimes to the point

Of becoming our own idols




Some even compete to be America's Idol

They believe that they can come to God

With any title

Believing he must fit their design




So they create their gods

And call them Creator

How could the Most High

Not get jealous




How foolish of the creation

That believes it can create

The Creator

No wonder their idols fall short

Their minds couldnt capture him




Their life time is too short

All the time spent pondering

Amounts to nothing

Just leads to more wondering




How could something come from nothing

Everything has a beginning and end

Or do they

What if the beginning and end was something




That we couldnt even begin to grasp

Something that our minds

Couldnt fully elapse

Something that words

Could never fully explain




The truth is

There is a God

That created the earth

He knows the measure

Of all the rain

And alone he reigns




He created it all

And he can destroy your pain

He shows mercy

On who he chooses

No man seeks him

Yet he claims us

Making us his children