God Waits At The Door For Us
Look, God, I have never spoken to You--
But now--I want to say "How do You do,"
You see, God, they told me You didn't exist--
And like a fool--I believed all of this.
Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky--
I figured right then they had told me a lie.
Had I taken time to see the things You made,
I'd known they weren't calling a spade a spade.
I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand,
Somehow--I feel that You will understand.
Funny--I had to come to this hellish place,
Before I had the time to see Your face.
Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
But, I'm sure glad, God, I met You today.
I guess the "zero hour" will soon be here,
But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.
The signal! Well, God, I'll have to go.
I like You lots--this I want You to know--
Look, now--this will be a horrible fight--
Who knows--I may come to Your house tonight--
Though I wasn't friendly with You before,
I wonder, God--if You'll wait at Your door--
Look--I'm crying! Me!--shedding tears!--
I wish I' known You these many years--
Well, I will have to go now, God--good-by,
Strange-since I met You--I'm not afraid to die.
-Frances Angermayer
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