Imagine

Imagine

I look around and wonder 
What God is really thinking
When He looks down on us
Working on teaching us how to be
I can only imagine
It makes me sad. 

Children never to be born
Or living lives of hurt
No one taking care of them
Or teaching them about Him
How will they ever know how to be?
When I try to imagine
My heart feels bad.

Kids going to school
Dressed in black and white
Smoking who knows what
Hair in spikes 
Bodies pierced
Will they ever know how to be?
Could they ever imagine
Perhaps it is just a fad.

Adults living devoid of kindness
Making no choices for morality
Grabbing it before it is given
Taking all; giving back naught
Thinking the ultimate mistake
God helps those who help themselves
Will they ever know how to be?
Wish they could imagine
It is really very sad.

And He waits and watches
Bringing secret people who speak
Into lives with words and example
And some finally get it
Find out that God even helps
Those who couldn’t help themselves
Will the world ever get better?
I like to imagine that it will
And then it will be different.

Suddenly heads are looking up
Listening for His whisper in the wind
Looking for His miracles in ordinary things
Trying to know the value of all life
Loving others as He loves us
Following where He would lead us
Is this what the world could be like?
Perhaps we could imagine
That things have improved a tad.

Think the war has ended
I see a Man up on that hill
He is teaching brotherhood
He is teaching loving kindness
He is showing us what we need
Could this be the thousand years we waited for?
I am beginning to imagine
Wow! This is really rad!

People loving people
Not seeing the colors of race
No more greed and fighting
Behaving as children of God
Is this where He always wanted us to be?
This is what I always imagined
These are the best times we have had.

Let me help you with that
Here take mine I don’t need it
Brothers and sisters forever
Have we finally come home?
This is no longer just imagination
And there is no more need to be sad.

I am home
He is up there on His throne glorified
Smiling His love on me
I no longer have to imagine
And now I’m truly glad.

©Corinne H. Mustafa
November, 2009