Another couple of old poems

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Date: 21 January 2006 19:38:02

Life
is like a great game of tennis
people are hit between others
batted back and forward
through happiness and sadness
through lonliness and comfort
some rich, some poor.
God is like the two players
He can hit us where he wants
He knows were we're going
where we've been
And where we'll end/
We're like puppets in his theatre
He's read the script already
He wrote the script.
We're just puppets on strings
unable to move ourselves
Having to be moved by him
fun isn't it?

God is love
Ha
could have fooled me
Suffering
Evil
Sadness
so much
unneccesary
must there be quite so much
so unevenly spread.
Loving God?
What God?