GOD SPEAKS

Religious poems

Yes, I let it happen,

I don't draw the sword,

for the mistakes you make,

on the human road,

blinded by the dazzling glow.

Yes, I leave you free,

to choose your way,

I let you be proud,

of the choices you betray.

Yes, I breathed life into you,

this existence you adore,

my sick heart stayed behind,

with no body to restore,

now I watch over billions,

who gamble and implore.