What game are we playing now?
Shall I win or shall I lose?
What are the stakes this time,
eternal life or life with you?
The ladder has just seven rungs.
It won't take me to the top,
but if I'm due to take it down,
one wrong step and I'll fall off.
The street won't catch my tumble.
I'm hanging just above the well.
Looking up I see the streets of gold,
but my toes still tease the fires of Hell.
The beggar on the corner says.
Existence please, my daily bread.
On his breath the Ripple breathes.
empty my pockets, no lie, he's dead.
A Boy Scout helps the lady cross.
The coach volunteers after school.
The Priest takes confessions clothed,
but to altered boys has different rules.
What book are we to trust,
so many versions, so many takes.
We look into an Angels eyes,
but feel the heart of Satans snakes.
Love, compassion, and understanding,
but I can't understand hurt and pain.
I know one makes their own bed in Heaven,
but carrying the sheets is too much a strain.
The Answer was nailed to a cross.
Blood red questions scattered in the breeze.
On T.V. we watch the great interpreter,
but he didn't take the time to read.
On my knees, I seach my soul.
I'll keep the Devil waiting.
Through the questions, I still believe in God.
Cancel my reservation Satan.