Job Poem

Job’s so sadI wonder whyWe share our searchWith such a guy. His skin had a coverOf scabs and worms.Sleep would tauntingly hoverBut not take him in her arms. We took the little three lettered nameOf Job, the sufferer, for our worldly jobs.Forgetting that the spirit is...

Big God

God is an Artist Who Art in Heaven God is an artist I want him to be He drew all the humans He draws each tree. He got the idea For a high sky above He gave us big brains And the goal of love. God keeps trying To get one of us right He sharpens his pencil To convey us...