if God could cry wouldn’t it look like rain
or smiling maybe a warm sunny day?
with a giggle perhaps a breeze would start
and laughing hard some trees might bend
if that were true then His annoyance could
easily set off a small earthquake
and erupting with a yell
trigger a hurricane
And if we were His kids
I know I’d sit nervously on that lap
on my best behavior to keep Him pleased
knowing one false move could trigger
a knee to jerk that would send me
running for my life