God's Stuff

God's Stuff

What is the matter with God

he is never where he should be

What is the matter with the Devil

he is always over at our place

What is the matter with the Angels

They are always deep in thought

about whose next

What is the matter with the Saints

They are always handing out

formal comlaints about people's dwellings

What is the matter with God he is supposed

to be on my side

But all I have is this blank space and a

fluffy cloud

Who knows where he's gone now

He is not here on earth