This poem appeard on T.J. a while ago. It was submitted by 'story teller'....in stories.
God Must Not Exist
By: Mark R. Spencer
With all the sorrow in the world,
And horrors that persist.
The fact that God ignores it all,
Says God must not exist.
I see planes flown into buildings,
And bombs on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Not finding their remains.
There are crooked politicians
Vying to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And do not feed the soul.
There are people who are starving,
Who suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
A cycle that repeats.
So I climbed the highest building,
Screamed at God above,
I asked, why won’t you do something
If you’re a God of love?
Then the skies began to darken,
Lightning bolts crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a sword and a crown.
He bade that I cease my groaning,
My complaints had been heard.
God had charged him with the task of
Delivering His word.
The Angel continued speaking,
His voice was so serene,
As he shared with me the reason
Why God won’t intervene.
He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our free will.
It is we who make the choices,
To steal, deceive or kill.
For if God were to intervene,
We wouldn’t have a choice.
No more freedom to make mistakes,
No questions, and no voice.
The only choices we would make,
Would come from God above.
You’d have no say in what you do,
Or even who you love.
Like fish in an aquarium
Unable to be free.
For they’ve never had the option,
To gaze upon the sea.
Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He grant it for you?
Would you like God to choose for you,
The things you say and do?
I pondered what the Angel said,
Until I understood.
There’s a price to pay for freedom,
Knowing evil and good.
It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choice is broad.
But if you choose the darker path,
You must stop blaming God!
He would not make that choice for you,
He grieves each time you lose.
But He allows your destiny,
To be the one you choose.
With that, the thunder faded and
The skies began to clear.
The Angel’s final words to me,
Rang loudly in my ear.
"You can heed these words I’ve spoken,
Choose to ignore my voice.
Proof of God is found within
The fact you have that choice."
God Must Not Exist
By: Mark R. Spencer
With all the sorrow in the world,
And horrors that persist.
The fact that God ignores it all,
Says God must not exist.
I see planes flown into buildings,
And bombs on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Not finding their remains.
There are crooked politicians
Vying to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And do not feed the soul.
There are people who are starving,
Who suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
A cycle that repeats.
So I climbed the highest building,
Screamed at God above,
I asked, why won’t you do something
If you’re a God of love?
Then the skies began to darken,
Lightning bolts crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a sword and a crown.
He bade that I cease my groaning,
My complaints had been heard.
God had charged him with the task of
Delivering His word.
The Angel continued speaking,
His voice was so serene,
As he shared with me the reason
Why God won’t intervene.
He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our free will.
It is we who make the choices,
To steal, deceive or kill.
For if God were to intervene,
We wouldn’t have a choice.
No more freedom to make mistakes,
No questions, and no voice.
The only choices we would make,
Would come from God above.
You’d have no say in what you do,
Or even who you love.
Like fish in an aquarium
Unable to be free.
For they’ve never had the option,
To gaze upon the sea.
Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He grant it for you?
Would you like God to choose for you,
The things you say and do?
I pondered what the Angel said,
Until I understood.
There’s a price to pay for freedom,
Knowing evil and good.
It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choice is broad.
But if you choose the darker path,
You must stop blaming God!
He would not make that choice for you,
He grieves each time you lose.
But He allows your destiny,
To be the one you choose.
With that, the thunder faded and
The skies began to clear.
The Angel’s final words to me,
Rang loudly in my ear.
"You can heed these words I’ve spoken,
Choose to ignore my voice.
Proof of God is found within
The fact you have that choice."
