Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
I turned to speak to God About the world's despair; But to make bad matters worse, I found God wasn't there
It's God - I'd have known Him by Blake's picture anywhere
God once declared He was true And then took the veil and withdrew....
You can't trust God to be unmerciful. There you have the beginning of all wisdom.
Memento mori and obey the Lord. Art and religion love the somber chord.
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
God turned to speak to me (Don't anybody laugh); God found I wasn't there At least not over half.
There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
Nature's never quite Sure she hasn't erred In her vague design....
Live and let live, believe and let believe. 'Twas said the lesser gods were only traits Of the one awful God. Just so the saints Are God's white light refracted into colors.
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy....
We're either nothing or a God's regret.
Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows
There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.