Each time I listen to the news,
It has a familiar ring.
Another soldier died today,
Seems it’s always the same thing.

I see earthquakes and tsunamis,
Hurricanes and forest fires.
Who can forget nine eleven?
These can’t be God’s desires.

So I shouted at the heavens,
And told the Lord what I thought.
I asked if He knew we were here,
Or if He had just forgot.

The next day, when the mail arrived,
I found an unmarked letter.
The author, who claimed to be God,
Asked if I could do better.

You damn right I could, was my thought.
And without blinking an eye,
My body seemed to disappear,
As I floated toward the sky.

God endowed me with his power,
And before fading away,
He said, “Now’s your chance to prove it;
But you only have a day.”

So I began making changes,
There’d be no death anymore.
I would silence mother nature,
And I’d put an end to war.

Man would speak no more of murder,
For it would cease to exist.
I corrected every problem,
And checked each one from my list.

When the day had come to an end,
And God’s power was returned,
I said, see what I’ve accomplished,
I have left no stone unturned.

“Have you really made things better?”
The Lord quickly asked of me.
“To sin is humanity’s right.
That choice forms his destiny.”

“By eliminating evil,
You’ve removed his right to choose.
For there is no hope of winning,
If he’s got nothing to lose.”

“Man’s nature is to overcome,
He can’t accept your pardon.
If it really were that simple,
You’d still be in the garden.”

“Tribulations make you stronger,
And yes, some do not survive.
If there were no risk of dying,
Would you really feel alive?”

“Life is not about the moment,
Rather what moments create.
The choices that you make today,
Determine tomorrow’s fate.”

“You are not defined by power,
Nor how many roads you’ve trod.
Only choices can determine
If a soul can stand with God.”

“So think of what you’ve done today,
You have reason to rejoice.
Could you ever gain such wisdom,
If you hadn’t made this choice?”

And even though my choice was wrong,
Twas a path I had to take.
If failure causes us to grow,
Was it really a mistake?

I have gained in understanding,
And I’ve learned another way.
What lessons do you think you’d learn,
If you were God for a day?

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