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Array ( [sid] => 183875 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tulip Street Questions [time] => 2016-12-30 08:55:15 [hometext] => Tackling the age old question, but with taste, not rancor. [bodytext] => On my way to worship you,
on Tulip Street
my tire blew,
and the congregation
never heard
the curse I hurled at you.
When I was six,
I didn’t know your name;
had no idea of the game,
that people called
in vain
for You
to ease their woe.
Older now,
I know
You didn’t hear
or mayhap chose
to turn a deafened ear;
But not so bad for
little me,
when ten million children
starve to death,
last sound a parent/'/s scream.
And, so sorry, but it truly seems,
You must have other
things to do.
Father to a
unknown trillion entities,
with so many on our knees,
not even You
can multi-task as such;
omnipotent or not,
it appears we are
to much.
But if I may interject,
at least give us some respect;
let us know you’re occupied,
our sun but one
of trillions in the sky;
if You did
it might help us
comprehend
why
you let
the good ones die
and the bad ones have the fun.
So be a chum and tell
us to run along,
or pray to what
can get it done,
because so far you
seem pure apathy;
our hopes and prayers
with no reply we see,
and we have no idea why
you dismiss or squish
our billion pleas;
Oh, Mighty God we never hear,
but to You we/'/re buzzing like so many fleas.

The King of

Faith,
that You hear.

Faith,
that You care.

Faith,
we’ll ascend(?) to You.

But, with Your track record,
is ANY of that true?

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Tulip Street Questions

Contributed by invierno on Friday, 30th December 2016 @ 08:55:15 AM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

On my way to worship you,
on Tulip Street
my tire blew,
and the congregation
never heard
the curse I hurled at you.
When I was six,
I didn’t know your name;
had no idea of the game,
that people called
in vain
for You
to ease their woe.
Older now,
I know
You didn’t hear
or mayhap chose
to turn a deafened ear;
But not so bad for
little me,
when ten million children
starve to death,
last sound a parent/'/s scream.
And, so sorry, but it truly seems,
You must have other
things to do.
Father to a
unknown trillion entities,
with so many on our knees,
not even You
can multi-task as such;
omnipotent or not,
it appears we are
to much.
But if I may interject,
at least give us some respect;
let us know you’re occupied,
our sun but one
of trillions in the sky;
if You did
it might help us
comprehend
why
you let
the good ones die
and the bad ones have the fun.
So be a chum and tell
us to run along,
or pray to what
can get it done,
because so far you
seem pure apathy;
our hopes and prayers
with no reply we see,
and we have no idea why
you dismiss or squish
our billion pleas;
Oh, Mighty God we never hear,
but to You we/'/re buzzing like so many fleas.

The King of

Faith,
that You hear.

Faith,
that You care.

Faith,
we’ll ascend(?) to You.

But, with Your track record,
is ANY of that true?

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2016-12-30 08:55:15]
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Re: Tulip Street Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 1st January 2017 @ 02:45:35 PM AEST
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You are taking God to task; why won/'/t he answer when we ask? Why is He so silent while people suffer? All good questions to be sure!
I don/'/t think He has time, frankly!

Lets take the question down a few levels: why do we, as superior life forms, not concern ourselves with the destiny of an ant?

Your write has sparked inner dialog that has long been unexplored and although religion has no answer, wise men keep asking.
Thank you for this provoking invitation to dance in the dark! softerware

Re: Tulip Street Questions (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Thursday, 5th January 2017 @ 10:49:31 PM AEST
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A deep inner vision indeed
many many interesting questions...

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