When I was younger
Oh so much younger
I thought about God
I figured all the questions
Were answered
After all
it has been more than six thousand years
Since Zarathustra walked the banks of the Indus
Good thoughts turned bad
that made kings divine
and created heaven and hell and Satan
For us
we are led to believe
I figured all the questions
had been mulled by wise men and sages
Why was I wasting my time?
Have faith in the bronze ages!

But it kept coming up
that obsession
And I can say
most of my contemplation
has been about God
And I’ve come to some collisions
about your god and mine

I don’t like your whiny little god
demanding worship and retribution
Burnt offerings
Of goats and even children
Now He may be a god
But that’s just a matter of position
Cortez was a god to the Aztecs
He maimed murdered raped and pillaged
Thor, Mars, and sweet Aphrodite had sects
but mighta been Neanderthal leftovers
Just big folks with a head start
Or maybe those were lost space travelers
with emotional problems
By Jove!

My God is too big to care about us
It is the whole of the universe
Stars planets suns dusty space and moons
People and the rocks beneath their feet
All is its conception
Beyond omnipresent
Not the least bit transcendent
 

Now don’t get me wrong
I like Jesus
that was a man with a Message
‘course Mr. Buddha too
Nothing about god
just salvation
Which appeared to be
what is important to me
Peace, love and understanding
a little compassion too
without much of a political agenda
or symbolic cannibalism

Now don’t get me wrong
I like Jesus
A radical a rebel
A man with a Cause
You never read him say
“pray to me”
pray with me was his way
I bet he said throw out Leviticus
And most of Moses too
except the good parts
like those commandments
About how to live as people
a little dated true
but still some good ideas to trust 

Sure your lord may exist
Why not?
With all the little gods there are
Each a part of Itself
But keep your little god to yourself
and Its corrupt idolatrous society
keep it away from me
Remember the Sufi,
who cried,
“I am God!”
Right you were
‘course he was crucified.