A Self-Styled God Poem by Michael P. Johnson

A SELF-STYLED GOD
Our God is real righteous true
He lives He loves and cares
Perfect virtuous through and through
The answer to our prayers

Many would make our God as us!
Someone themselves to please
Someone who'd never make a fuss
If no one bends their knees

A god as small as you and I
On whom we can depend
Even until the day we die
He'd just be like a friend

We'd call Him god but nothing more
An image made of wood
Perhaps of gold like those before
To make us all feel good

In a cupboard somewhere hidden
Or on a stand to see
In a corner till he's bidden
To constantly agree

Not a god to cause us trouble
Not a god to cause us woe
Otherwise we'll crush to rubble
As Moses long ago

Using bibles at one's leisure
Taking verses when they suit
Quoting those which give much pleasure
Scrapping those of ill repute

Some of these are all too present
Such foolishness they tell
Making one's life seem so pleasant
On the way to certain hell………..