suddenly i'm told i need god.

through the smoke and stains on my shirt

and the thoughts i scrawled on paper,

they know i'm too much for

humans to handle.

but i never wanted to talk to god.

i like to make the first move,

but he never seems interested.

maybe he sees through me:

i'm not interested either.

he's another boy i lead along to drop at the foot of my bed.

he doesn't agree with the ways of my world.

and

suddenly i know i need a god

but i don't think he cares.

i am too smart to talk to god.

i am too small to believe i could if i wanted.

we are all too smart to talk to god

for we know what he really stands for

to him, we are sea sponges, sardines, plankton

to him, he is a great white, a leviathan, a kraken

in reality, we are the ocean itself

without us, he is nothing but a beached whale

moaning and flopping about in desperation

he may have given Moses the power to split the sea

but it has the ability to evaporate, create whirlpools, and tempests

we can confine him to a puddle on land

if we just got brave enough to challenge him

god is a whale shark,

huge, but not the biggest

and oh, so entirely harmless

Too small, my wishes don't count

                      Too smart to consider folly much 

So unimportant, tiny amount

                     Not real, those things we cannot touch

How could He hear my cries

                     Only science matters, math and facts

Why would He listen to my sighs

                     Not magic, opinion- can't measure that

        We're too small, can't matter great

        Too smart to leave our lives to fate

Watching all his children

From the Heavens above.

Listening to our prayers

Oh, what a mighty God!

Ever protecting us and

Always guiding our path.

Never slacks off or goes to

Sleep. He is always wide

Awake keeping watch o'er

His creation- both young and

old.

Lord, we come before you now,

To give you all the majesty, and

Praise 'n' worship that you truly

Deserve with every single passing

Ticking,winding moment in time.

Your glory Father is what we seek.

To be in your heavenly radiant

Holy Supreme Loving presence.

Our hearts long to be with you

With each passing day here on this Earth.

They say that there is a God.

They say that He is a he.

They say that He is white.

They say that He is straight.

They say that He has plan for us

But I fear it is not great.

They say He gives no one,

A burden they cannot shoulder.

They say that everything He does,

Has a purpose, has a cause.

But if that were true,

Then God would be a she.

Then God would be of color.

Then God would be gay.

God would represent the minority.

Not the choice majority.

Then God would not have a plan for us.

But let us walk free.

Then there would not be sickness,

There would not be starvation,

There would not be war or discrimination.

Then God would not say that hunger.

Is a burden a child can bear.

Then people would live in peace.

Then people would love each other.

Then criminals would be behind bars,

and innocents would walk the streets.

They say there is a God.

They say it must be so.

They want it so bad,

They think it doesn't show.

If there is I hope God's deaf.

For He has answered too few prayers.

They say we're too small to speak to God,

They say we must have faith.

But if there is a God.

A God who truly cares.

He'd know that we matter,

He'd know that we were there.

Oh lord above, hear my prayer. 

I know you're far away, but there is a person down here.

I need your help. My friend is sick. My grades are bad.

I just need some comfort, the world seems so sad.

Maybe I'm just a little kid.

I really don't understand what it means to live.

I'm far too small to talk to god.

I'm far too small to talk at all. 

Oh lord above, hear my prayer.

I know I've moved away, but they say you're always here,

I need your help, the world is dark, the night has gone mad. 

Gone is the beautiful things this life once had.

I'm just struggling to live.

I wish I could go back to being a little kid. 

I'm far too smart to talk to god. 

I'm far too smart, but still I call. 

I Pray when people die. I don't know why, I just do. It may be because I am stuborn I might be small minded but I never pray in times of crises, I am too busy solving my own problems. I want to say I will pray next time my life falls apart but if it dose (and it will) I will have different thing on my mind. If God is “up" there then I know he (They) has problomes on his minde other than me. I don't need a savior and I don't want a guide. I want a glass of scotch with ice, a good tragedy, (novel of course) a bay window to read by, and a low fire.

Oh God, I love telling you things.

I love having you as an excuse, and as a shield.

When someone says "we'll be doing this or that next week"

I love saying "God willing..." and watch 'em nod their heads.

I love wishing people well in your name and I love talking to myself.

I love that you don't exist.

It makes it all more beautiful.

a supermassive black hole holds our galaxy together

in twisting, glistening rings of light.

shimmering stars in the sky that connect into pictures, 

beautiful rings surrounding a nearby gas giant,

and a small, watery planet that dares to believe it is special, divine, chosen.

we are too small to talk to god.

the supermassive black hole is draining the life of stars that get too close.

the stars are burning at temperatures we can't imagine.

the universe falls away from itself, expanding faster and faster and faster-

the vast emptiness of space startles us, 

there is no air, there is no water. 

not close enough to reach, anyway. 

we can't survive outside of our small, watery planet, 

and that too is dying.

everything in space is lethal- would you like to talk to the creator?

no?

we're too smart to talk to god.