Tin Cups Or Collection Trays..... Poem by Ted Sheridan

What does god want?
I don't pretend to know.
Is it for us to multiply and prosper
if so
then why a flood
that washes away all but two
of every living creature on his earth?
or Is it
for us to be happy and full of praise?
Raising up our spirits
with our arms to the sky
each day as we pray.
If that's the master plan
Then why is there constant War
Is that what is meant by our arms?
Death and destruction on every page
of newspapers predicting
the end of the world
could come as early as this afternoon
with the melting of the last available ice cube.
What does god want?
If you know won't you give me a clue
For I have seemingly lost my flock
and they have left me here to rot.
I have no direction in which to turn.
Does god want my soul
my obedience or maybe both
Does he want us all to come home
or just leave
Maybe just go over to his house for dinner?
If everybody is suppose to be a winner
then why all the losers?
Can't someone tell me what god wants?
Is everyone as blind as me?
Somewhere in the crowd is there,
a blind man who can see?