• Gary Hunter

His Offspring - Feb. 24, 2021

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


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