Oh Gawd

Of God and his ways, I grow so weary
People say’ without beginning or end
Transcending time, one hell of a theory
One which only blinkered faith can defend
Superstitious days of revelation
Such miracles of intervention
This world lives, in hope and expectation
Necessity, mother of invention

You show me your God, and then say a prayer
I show you mine, and yet you are not moved
But the last time I looked, yours was not there
You dismiss mine, saying it is unproved

Books written by men, faith never ending
Frightened by science, God condescending