The God of my fathers
Is a stranger to me;
One to be feared in superstitioning.
But, my fathers gave me God
At their hearth and knee,
In spite of errors and tale-telling.
My God is much better
Than theirs, who frowned
From sword-filled heights and stormy crown.
My God is Father to one and all;
Maker of worlds, Savior of fallen;
Brother and Mother and Lover thorn-crowned.
first published in Penned From The Heart
©1998 Bonnie Manion