David SmithWhite

Rookie (270552 / Australia)

Chants In A Million - Poem by David SmithWhite

God is the father. God is his son.
God is the victory that all evil shuns.
God of the mighty. God of the weak.
God is the mystery that all searchers seek.

God is the father. God is his son.
God has the power of a million plus suns.
God is the spirit glue in the gum.
God is the single. God is the sum.

God is the father. God is his son.
God is the artist whose tall tale is spun.
God is transcendence, the ghost and the spook.
God is the history that all churches spruik.

God is the father. God is his son.
And daughters are mothers to whores as to nuns.
God makes the judgement to fight the good fight:
the devils and demons that people the night.

God is the father. God is his son.
Above us he towers while we crawl in dung.
And we shall be brothers whose bonds will unite,
on the pathway to heaven, sunlit and bright.

God is the father. God is his son.
Before him we cower. Naked, undone.
The sins we would rather keep from his sight,
condemn us as cowards unworthy in flight.

God is the father. God is his son.
God defies numbers three times in one.
God will empower the pest and the blight,
to flag the dark forces that give no respite.

God is the father. God is his son.
The gifts that he showers on the faithful among
the boon of sweet laughter as his sattelite,
smile down on our errors from high holy height.

God is the question, the quip and the pun.
God is the quotient divided by none.
God is in genius. God is in dumb.
God is the single. God is the sum.

God is the father. God is his son.
God is the author where goodness is sprung.
God shall endower his word and his light,
to relieve the dull burden of man's mortal plight.

God is the father. God is his son.
God is the air we breathe in our lungs.
God is the chasm we care not to plumb.
God is the single. God is the sum.

God is the father. God is his son.
At hand is the hour; whose will must be done.
And we, as his kindling, the spark to ignite
incendary purpose to rapture's delight.

God is the father. God is his son.
God is hard nature whose conquest is won.
God is creation. May his kingdom come?
God is the single. God is the sum.


Comments about Chants In A Million by David SmithWhite

  • Rookie Stephanie Cooper (9/4/2009 9:00:00 AM)

    wow... that must have taken a while! :) like the poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Nothern Cross (6/22/2009 7:02:00 AM)

    Such powerful words that mark and are testament to the reaches of religion. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (12/15/2008 5:41:00 AM)

    GOD IS THE SINGLE GOD IS THE SUM-GREAT LINES I LOVED THIS POEM-THANKS FOR SHARING-10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daniel Cook (12/13/2005 6:56:00 PM)

    this is awesome. could i use this in a school project, i will be writing a reflection on it. also i didnt quite understand the 4th stanza. please explain it to me. but great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, January 23, 2006


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