OH MY GOD

You may think me different or perhaps a little odd

For I am not religious...but I do believe in God.

“Why that can’t be.” You tell yourself. He is a little odd.

For he has to be religious if he believes in God.

I am not a theologian nor have I been formally trained

But I can think and I can feel...for God has given me a brain.

And my brain tells me my feelings are not at all absurd

For the line between the God I know and religion has been blurred.

Blurred by man who takes Gods words and in his name creates

A religion he thinks absolute...and thus discriminates.

Then other men create more religions and here’s where thing get odd

Soon we have a world of religions and just as many Gods.

Until the world is segregated and often times bereaved

By religions and the different Gods in which we all believe.

No matter what name religion gives their God I’m sure he or she’s dismayed

As she watches man explain her words in so many different ways.

What we have now is a world that, to me, seems a little odd

When so many people hate each other...all in the name of God.

Now I certainly don’t have all the answers and in many ways I’m flawed.

But let me introduce to you my non-religious God.

My God sits not upon a mountain top or on a throne high in the sky

And he does not wait to judge me the moment that I die.

My God resides within my heart and he helps to calm my soul

He befriends me on my journey but let’s me be in control.

My God advises and supports and helps guide me down my path

I certainly stand in awe of him but I do not fear his wrath.

My God believes in faith but his prophecies aren’t grim.

Because he has as much faith in me as I have faith in him.

My God believes in hope. He is not the voice of doom

For is it not hope in the seedling that allows the rose to bloom?

My God believes in charity, he knows the key for us to live

Is not how much we take in life...but how much we give.

Most of all my God believes in love. He knows it shall light the way

And he cares not if I am straight, or Bi, or lesbian or gay.

My God does not discriminate by the color of my skin.

And he cares not if I am young or old or overweight or thin.

My God does not see differences in man or womankind.

He loves each person equally...I think my God is blind.

(As I look out on the Earth today, on the world man has designed

Perhaps it would be easier if we were all a little blind!)

My God does not choose vengeance he has no capacity to hate

It is man, through his religion, who will judge and desecrate.

My God’s heart is filled with sorrow, his soul is filled with shame

When people maim and murder...and do so in his name.

My God feels only agony and oh how he abhors

When people use Him as a reason to fight a holy war.

For my God knows no war is holy and he wishes they would cease

He prays for man to use His name and live in holy peace.

No matter what people call their God I know He or She is sad

When they praise Her for the good in life or blame Him for the bad.

You see, My God is often times confused and certainly perplexed

When people think he controls what happens in this world or the next.

My God knows good and bad are part of life...I think this makes him wise

He knows everyone can find happiness and he knows everybody dies.

My God’s given me the ability to decide what’s right from wrong

Yet he accepts I’ll make mistakes for he knows my journey’s long.

So all He asks of me is kindness and to treat everyone the same

That when I die people will smile at the mere mention of my name.

For nothing in this world would bring a broader smile to My God’s face

Than knowing everyone created would leave this world a better place.

If we wish for this world to be different...then we all have to be a little odd

Perhaps we all should be less religious...and have more faith in God.