Sonnettics

I’ve always been connected to my God
My God, who always listens when I sing
Thus, as I understand, I find I’m awed
By awesomeness that dwells in everything

In everything there’s God, and God is great
God speaks in every sound, in every word
Eternity is now; I need not wait
My God is here, and never is defered

Yes, Thou Art God, eternal and divine
Divinity is every word we speak
And truth is true; it’s yours and it is mine
The truth of God transcends whatever’s weak

Connection is divine, and great, and true
And God connects to all: to me and you. 

I heard the hungry people pray for war
I heard them pray their leaders all would die
The prayers of hungry people, more and more
Became the cries of violence, by and by

Dear God, they called, we know it isn’t right
But neither is starvation—God agreed
The hungry people then began to fight
Their God Approved and Prayed they would Succeed

The Prayer of God was strong enough to kill
The evil some called wealth, called theirs alone
And thus of death they had their righteous fill
Though righteousness was never really known

At least the hungry people ate quite well
While all the wealthy bastards burned in Hell.

A god that needs a church is not a god
At least, that's not the god I've come to know
And though I know my knowledge may be flawed
At least it goes where no one else can go

You see, the god I know is only mine
I don't presume to know your god at all
Or his, or hers, or theirs; that suits us fine
My god and me; no audience at all

And should they not, that's really quite alright
“To care or not to care” sounds like the Bard
You see, my god is not inclined to fight
A god of peace--to be one isn't hard

Just tell your god you don't believe in war
I'll bet your god, like mine, knows something more.