Is God Confused? Poem by Gladys Darlene Browning

We wake up every morning,
Ask God to bless our day.
Then we set Him on a shelf
And go on our merry way.

We ask the Lord for patience
A smile to replace our frown,
Then when someone speaks to us
We're quick to cut them down.

Lord, please, protect my daughter,
From abuse and rape each day.
Then we go out and buy her clothes,
That puts everything on display.

Lord, please, help our son,
Drink and drugs, to stay away
Then he finds our hidden stash
Decides he, too, will play.

Lord, please, help our marriage,
You know divorce is a sin.
It's okay to kick your spouse out,
And move your lover in.

We ask Him to cleanse our filthy talk
Then we write it in our text.
In one line, we're praising God,
We're cursing in the next.

Free sex is no big thing with us
Same as bad language and attitude.
Then we lift our voice in the sweetest prayers,
I wonder, 'Is my God confused'.