Is there more than one way to God?
The path that leads to God,
I will tell you true,
Started from my Mother’s home.
But this path may be too long for you.
Why not start from your home?
We can join along the way.
And the intersection where we meet,
Is not for others to say.
Of course there are many paths to God.
There are many paths to take.
Let’s just get on that road.
The path is not the path we make.
Each is born in their spot.
And God sits way up high.
And we below can never see,
The trails that brought us nigh.
It’s impossible to pass,
Through God’s Heavens' Gate,
Carrying an iota of baggage,
Out-weighing love with hate,
The best that you can hope for,
When you reach your final day,
Is a traffic snarl, a bottle-neck,
And what seems an eternal delay.
Ours’ is to care and share,
All that we all bear,
And part of our journey, surely,
Is to help our brothers There.
It is not for you to say,
That we have lost our way.
And our paths may cross again,
After that Judgment Day.
We may just have some tears,
And perhaps we’ve not slept,
From very trying years,
And vows that went un-kept.
We must get our footing,
And watch our every step.
Or else all will be lost,
And just more tears are wept.
The path that leads to God,
I will tell you true,
Started from my Mother’s home.
But this path may be too long for you.
Hold fast and tight!
Just weather the fight.
God will make it right.
When we step into that Light.
Every twisted turn.
Every crash and burn.
Keeps me on the path,
To know all that I learn.
Don’t assume your route is mine.
Because we briefly intertwine.
You have no idea.
How my path may wind.
Follow your own heart.
Don’t assume that I am lost.
For I have heard God’s call,
And I’m prepared to pay God’s cost.
As to the American Indian,
Who turned the other cheek,
All the Earth must return,
To God’s chosen people, the meek.
I will walk my path.
Of you I will not assume.
My path started with my Mother’s prayers,
While I was in the womb.
“Dear God!”
She cried from her broken knees,
“Lord take my child,
And use him please.”
Neither spared the love.
And neither spared the rod.
For there’s no greater purpose,
Than to serve a benevolent God.
So don’t tell me,
That my God, I will never please.
For I’ve seen my mother pass all others,
Praying on broken knees.
My journey began before I was born,
Inside my Mother’s womb.
And I will walk my path,
From the cradle to the tomb.
There’s only one way to God?
As we all start from another place?
You might start from another world,
But take a heaping of God’s Grace.
~Micky Dee~
There is no greater law than the law of the Golden Rule.
Love the true God with all your heart.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
More hubs and poems by Micky Dee:
Don't hit me with your Bible!
Micky vs the Volcano- and the God of "Xs" and "Os"!
"Fly this flag, and no soldier will ever fire at you."
Ah! The Smell of Spring. Love Is In The Air! Hm! Propaganda Too!
I Never Had A Muslim...
Putting Christ Back In The Schools!?
Miss America
I Remember When I Died
Little Mama San
How Can I Be Rich?
On The Road Of Rocks To The School Of Hard Knocks
The Coward
Fluff Just Ain't Enough!
Jealousy Is A Poison, Envy Is A Sin!
God Said, "Get Up!"
Take My Heart
Take Me To The Light
You Take My Breath Away
Tell me A Story Mama
Just A Little Sign Lord?
Listening Post
He Had Scrambled Brains For Breakfast Since 1968
Soldiers Don't Cry When They Say Goodbye
The Little School Teacher And Big Business!
Clothes Make The Man-I'm A Fraud!
God, Thank You For Bringing Our Soldier Home!
The Falsely Accused And Wrongly Imprisoned
Where Does Satan Dwell?
Shadrach, Meshach, And Abednego-Soul Food!
Ode To Anne Moody-Civil Rights Activist
Ode For A Heavy Load
Lines In The Sand
The Snow Continues To Fall
A Poem For Major Taylor
Micky Dee, His Bike, Don Quixote, and Points of Light
The Soldier's Fate
False Prophets-False Religions
A Sincere Poem Of Apathy
Mary Magdalene-Apostle to the Apostles
Thank You Lord! 12-24-09
Vietnam 1968-1969 Or Was It Yesterday?
Dear God It's Micky Again
If I Could See My Mama Run
Dear God Its Micky
Mitchell County Jail Fire
