Your dear Earth groans; it shrieks with fear. It’s getting worse with each passing year. It’s drowning, You know, in searing pain, With...

What, I wonder, do You do all day? What keeps You busy, do please say. Is what You do is reign from a throne, From there observing all...

Into Your madhouse world me You brought. Were my views on this ever sought? I can’t recall but it could well be so That the answer to...

Maybe it is, but I don’t really know, That this world is merely a show, Where The One as many does appear, As all beings and things, far...

“As long as I keep you here I’ll be with you, ever near, Through all I make you undergo. Believe me dear, it’s truly so.”  ...

What is there for me to do? I leave the matter all to You. Maybe I won’t do a thing And let You do everything!   To do anything why...

I’m still here, in this world of Yours, I didn't choose but it's only because It is You who has ordered for me In Your world to continue...

What, I wonder, made You decide To make this world over which You preside? With what great zeal and mighty zest Did You decide You should...

What terrible chaos in Your Name! For aeons maybe it’s been the same. About who You are such major confusion, In Your Name such deadening...

Pardon me here for any lapse, But I think it could be perhaps That You witness Yourself play In all we appear to think and say And in...

What if the freewill we hold so dear Turns out to be an illusion mere, And that all that we think we do Is actually done only by You,...

I feel disgusted when I think Of the depths to which some men sink, Claiming to be sent specially by You To tell others what to believe...

I’ve now met You, so what need Do I have any longer to read Any book supposedly about You, Not being sure if it’s false or true?  When I...

Frankly, as far as I can see There’s no other way for me To make sense of Your world Into which we’ve been hurled, That’s filled with...

From the daily news it might appear That Your world’s a torture chamber, A madhouse, full of people insane, Drowned in hate, strife and...

By Prescilla Agnes From quite early in my childhood onwards, I have had an intense interest in religion. I have spent a very large...

The books they claimed that You did write, Of great wisdom, they said, and deep insight, These they declared were Your Word, (Repeating...

In Your name vast millions driven insane, Fomenting deadly wars and horrific pain, Unleashed by crooks who say they’re You (Deluding...

Each newborn child that comes to Earth takes birth in a particular familial, societal and geographical context, or what can be termed as...

From aeons now they still fight,                                          There seems just no end in sight, Each claiming they alone...