Day One.
On the first day I forgave God,
I was happy.
Lying in my bed, I said,
Not god forgive me but I
forgive you,
For what you put me through,
And all my people,
past present and future
and for what you might do,
I forgive you....
Day Two.
I think of Jesus,
Prancing around Galilee,
pretending to fight the romans
and pretending not to,
Speaking in parables, which
I call, 'sitting on the fence'
No more god than I am
'Jesus' is what I say
when I see something
I cant believe in, , ,
'JESUS'
Day three.
Never moved, still lying in my bed,
I have a vision, Three stories up
in an attic bed,
Stretched and stiff,
God is Dead.
paddy d daly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgiving-god/
