GOD IS A ... noun.
The Sky is not blue
you make it that way every time
and so many people see what you do
and this is not the work of God?
No, you do not move.
The funniest thing sometimes is
when I think of Jesus sitting down
in another chair next to Dad
after all that hanging around on a Hill
thumbtacked to sticks
when once He tread upon the waters
in which we'd surely drown.
Make it happen.
Not what's happening now.
Why must I always be under the Sun?
I see it there, low and high, low again
always way above me
and I hate that I can never go over the Sun.
Oh, they tell me we go all around it.
But that's not me.
Someday, I'll get over it for sure.