Think on this
You who
Believe I am
Less than truth,
Believe I do
Not exist.
Why do you twist
My words and
Renege on Me
When you say,
“Show you’re God,”
Then ask of Me
Another thing
To prove myself
To you?
Didn’t my son
Enough do
When He
Raised from
The dead
And kept saying
What I
Gave Him to
Say despite
Your cravings
And lusts
Which continually
Interfere with Me?
This atmosphere
You pollute
With your vile
Yet you
Question Me?
Be ready.
For I question
At the end
Of all things.
Spend time
Preparing for