God Must Not Exist by Mark Spencer

With all the sorrow in the world,
And the horrors that persist.
The fact that God ignores it all,
Tells me God must not exist.

I see planes flown into buildings,
Bombs set off on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Never finding their remains.

There are crooked politicians
Who conspire to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And care nothing for the soul.

There are people who are starving,
Others suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
And the cycle just repeats.

So I climbed the highest building
And screamed at God above.
I said, why won’t you do something
If you are a God of love?

Then the skies began to darken,
Bolts of lightning crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a scepter and a crown.

He bade me to cease my groaning,
My complaints had all been heard.
The Lord, he said, had charged him with
Delivering me His word.

The Angel continued speaking,
And His voice seemed so serene,
As he shared with me the reason
Why God doesn’t intervene.

He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our own free will.
It is we who make the choices
In hating enough to kill.

But if God were to intervene,
That would take away your choice.
No more free will to make mistakes,
No more questions, no more voice.

The only will you would follow,
Would be your Father’s above.
You’d have no choice in what you do,
Or the people that you love.

Like fish in an aquarium
With no chance to go beyond.
For they do not know their choices,
And they’ve never seen the pond.

Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He make it so for you?
Do you want God to make your choice?
What would you like Him to do?

I pondered what the Angel said,
And I finally understood.
There is a price for our free will,
For knowing evil and good.

It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choices are broad.
But when we choose the darker path,
We need to stop blaming God!

He’d never make that choice for us,
Evil is ours to fulfill.
And the consequences therein
Are the result of free will.

Then I heard a crash of thunder
As the skies began to clear.
And when the Angel disappeared,
His last words rang in my ear.

“You can choose what you believe in,
Pretend not to hear my voice.
Proof of God’s existence is found
In the fact you have that choice.”

Megan (67.127.184.78) -- Tuesday, June 29 2004, 11:00 pm

Right on!!
This poem is soooooo deep! I'm so glad I didn't pass this up!

LinzAy (68.50.131.27) -- Tuesday, June 29 2004, 11:27 pm

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This is awesome Mark :)

Emilee (64.12.116.200) -- Wednesday, June 30 2004, 01:21 am

omigosh
wow...im like totally speechless! omigosh this is so awesome! u rock, God rocks, this poem rocks! God bless! emilee

barb (66.46.230.90) -- Wednesday, June 30 2004, 01:15 pm

I agree with the whole poem mark
beautiful writing. God created man it's man that is doing all the hurtful, cruel things. The freedom to choose is what we can do. Good or evil.What will man choose.

Mike D. (68.123.11.174) -- Friday, July 2 2004, 11:04 pm

Sufferin' succotash!!
Bro, this is da bomb! I've asked those same questions, but I never thought of this answer. Way to blow me away!

Martin Vann (63.185.65.86) -- Saturday, July 3 2004, 09:42 pm

I Cry For God, And Find, He Was Always, There.
Brother Mark,

Many times, upon, my knees, I seek his word. His love is so strong, yet, so demanding, I must pass so, many tests. Then I wonder, if, my God loves me, why doesn't he just save me, why, all these tests, does, he set upon me?

I can't say, I hear a responce to all, my questions, then, I hear a voice, reply is, you have no choice. All I hear, is all I believe in, saying back to myself, I did not bring you into this, I can not save you from yourself.

Then, I realize, I am, the demon, in my heart, God will not release me for he, never sent me there. Still, I cry, you are my God, my God of mercy, why are you not there for me, I cry so loud. In, my misery? I hear him say, why did you not listen to me, you are my child, I gave you, your heart? I don't hear, God, speak to me, I only hear my soul, reply, to my heart, God, was, always, there, God, was aways there.

Martin V

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