Destinations

People get confused with who is God;

Some think him a sod who trips us up,

Chucks us away like the chaff,

Don't make us laugh.

God is the father of us all,

Really helps us through;

Yes, even you.

Why must we chastise,

And blaspheme;

Don't we see God is true?

Whom do we blame when it is bad?

But our Dad;

Who planted the seed,

Made our creed.

Do we think it is all by chance;

That is only first glance,

Look at it all to yet enhance.