Sunday, November 28, 2010

(98) June 1, 2010: Balls

BALLS

I've got such balls to ask,
   Why doesn't God do this or that?
The very balls He hung,
   I use to flippantly combat
His cause-enormous Fatherhood,
And jibe as if I understood.

My swinging selfish pomp
   Decides what's right or wrung from Him.
I drag Him off to school,
   The One who clayed me at His whim,
Who sprung my skin & bone & breath,
And breathes me daily out of death.

D. Edgar Lamp

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