God’s trying to make us mourn,

He eventually takes all we love,

Bodies in dust spirits above,

Tis’ God that does this I say,

And no, I have not lost my way,

This is the mystery as I can see,

To love each other and hold to the real,

Tis’ a contest making us strong,

And Satan is not the author of wrong,

Satan, evil, devil… see,

Left-hand of God is he,

Death by any other name,

Fire of God, Purifying Flame,

Right-hand of God is Love,

Crucified Son from Above,

Living in each heart,

The aching felt when lovers part,

Look what did his Father in Heaven,

The same Father who gave Moses leaven,

Release from misery is Death,

There’s more to this mystery yet,

As Money rules all,

God’s of trade Fall,

Time approaches,

For humans and roaches,

One stops to think,

The other scurries on the brink,

What’s the point of God’s multiple wrongs?

To make each individual strong,

Then one day man can say,

I’m a child of God walking the Way,

I passed through the fire and learned to love,

My brothers and sisters on earth from above,

How can I speak thus about God?

How can I be so unkind?

I’m not talking about your God,

I’m speaking about mine.