If God is who we think he is
He weeps, no doubt, for the many things (in His name) we've done.
His children, they each think: "we do His will, therefore He loves us best"
Every one of them, separate from the rest,
Has their own (or so they think) most righteous of religions.
If God is who we think He is,
He is God, He forgives most anything
But we condemn our brothers… when they give perceived offence.
Even when He tells us that vengeance belongs to Him,
We seem to think if we're ordained by the hand of man
Punishment, meant for God to give, can somehow be dispensed by us.
Truth be told, we ignore His will, (to do our will) and satisfy our opinions.
If God is who we think he is,
He can mete out His own decisions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem