Where do all the hardened hearts go
When they turn their backs and run from You so
And all the while they’re a’runnin’
Pointing fingers, blaming you, they’re a’gunnin’
To blame you for things that aren’t true
To see You get the blame where it isn’t due
They think You delight in death
That it’s you that squeezes out the living breath
They blame you for the fires, the winds and the rains
That wipe out all til nothing remains
Your credit isn’t being given its due
For none of it would exist without You!
The creator who speaks life into all things
Your name is power and peace it brings
Silly how they blame you when it’s bad, but say you don’t exist
Now isn’t that a glass of crazy with a twist?
There’s only one to point our bony fingers at
The one who wanted to sit where You sat
The old Lucifer; liar and thief
The one who really brings all the grief
Lord, until my last dying day and I will stand and shout
It is You who brings life, love, and peace about
This poem was inspired from a post by my fellow blogger Mark Rackley https://wp.me/p8TG4S-1P1
Just how ludicrous and silly is it to think there are those out there who do not believe in God, then blame God when they experience tragedy!…But look at the comments and see Mark’s response of how this was good for C.S. Lewis.