You can’t catch God in that butterfly net
You can’t catch God and ask him precisely what he said
Be you any wiser than the tide is high?
God can laugh and God can cry
You know words are metaphors
They unlock that secret door
Be you poor or be you rich
You can’t suppress that nervous twitch
Be you lightning in a storm or a daisy forlorn
You will never be a God who weeps for the torn.
God speaks English, God speaks Greek
He speaks Hebrew as the paralytic creak.
Don’t you go and try to catch
Frogs and toads and baby cats
When you’re in complete despair
You may find that God is there.
You must walk the way of love
Then you will be hand in glove
Yet we envy, we betray
We leave malice on the auto play
God speaks nothing, he’s the word
From all humans it is barred.
When he speaks we all will know
He does not speak it just for show.
It’s more a hint than a logical proof
You can’t leave Mythos off the hook
Logos is and Logos does
Because, because , because, because.