Whipping-Post

Poetry about God and Miracles.

If God forced me to be good,
would I really be good?
You can pound a rock,
you can carve wood,
You could press coal
into a diamond,
pushing real hard,
if you could.
But if God forced me to be good,
would I really be good?

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And only a miracle can make me
God’s own.

If God forced me to be good,
Am I “Abel” to not be “Cain?”
Always looking out for myself,
My heart’s a jealous thing.
And sometimes I start thinking crazy
cuz’ I’ve felt so much pain.
But God forcing me to be good?
That’s just insane.

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And only a miracle can make me
God’s own.

Can God force me to be good?
That would be a sight.
But I’m sure, if He could,
He’d do it right.
Not with a whip,
or with a sword.
But with three long nails,
pounded to a board.
You see, God did make me
good one day.
By being so good to me.

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And it took one of God’s miracles
to make me his own.

Miraculous

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