Poetry

Although God may be known,
apart from the way we do
in worlds, planets unknown
even if we do not mean to,

we judge Him as we find Him in our own
but He knows us from our design, the plan,
knows everything that is thrown
in to a mere body, mind and soul, into man

but more intimately He knows every thought,
sees every single deed
whether good or bad, sought or unsought
and if we live to a creed or however we proceed

but who can tell me why we are born
into a world that is torn apart, into a place of scorn?