We all believe in different ways.
When I was at school God was a man
Thought to bow to his command
Learned His many rules by rote
All my life to Him devote.
To me at times I was afraid
That I just would not make the grade
End up in the fires of hell
Forever in that dungeon dwell.
Now I see a different path
Forgiveness rather than the wrath
More a sense of inner peace
A place for tensions to release.
Encountered many who believe
In different ways they do receive
Perceive our Gods in different ways
With friendship as it’s cardinal phrase.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )