God Poem by Pete Rivera

God is beyond
All that is to reach
What is to learn?
What is to teach?
What is real?
And what is fake?
How much violence
Can we take?

The world
Filled with hatred
Nothing sacred

We call to an entity
Far from our dreams
With hopes that He
Will soon redeem
Arms lifted high
Asking for grace
Feet off the ground
Trying to see his face

The world
Filled with hatred
Nothing sacred

Quarrels fill the air
Most do not seem to care
We are in pain
Love we must ordain
We must be as one
In order to dropp the gun
We must stop war
To open Heaven's door