A Poem called 'GOD'
God, why aren't you on the phone?
Then I could call you when I'm alone
I'd ask for more Faith to see me through
You'd probably say,
"It's there inside of you"
And I'd argue, like I always do
"Come on, give us a hand"
And you'd probably say
"I do. All the time, but you must learn
And try to understand!"
© 2015 Betty Janet Davis