Such Is The God


You will find, in the finest of gardens

Some small place, where the wild flowers grow

And you can't train children, like a gardener trains roses

You can't thin out, you just reap what you sow


Inquisitions and witch-hunts and final solutions

Moral pollution, that defeats it's own ends

The obvious answer, is it always the best one?

It's wise to question, both your foe and your friend


The rose and the thorn, fine fruit and the poison

The soldier's warning? Just a young man, afraid

Through the eyes of the uncertain and the cries of believers

Such is the god in whose image we're made

The body of man, the heart of a woman

Songs of bright morning and the cool evening shade

Through the eyes of the poets and lies of deceivers

Such is the God, in whose image we're made


Do you join in the song, that everyone's singing?

Do you follow the path, just because it's well-trod?

Is faith just a way, to avoid hard decisions?

For religions are man-made, not made by God


The rose and the thorn, fine fruit and the poison

The soldier's warning? Just a young man, afraid

Through the eyes of the uncertain and the cries of believers

Such is the god in whose image we're made

The body of man, the heart of a woman

Songs of bright morning and the cool evening shade

Through the eyes of the poets and lies of deceivers

Such is the God, in whose image we're made


Roger Gall 1996