The hour of truth......

Look God:

I have never spoken to You,

But now I want to say,

"How do You do."

You see God,

they told me You did not exist;

And, like a fool,

I believed all of this.

Last night from a shell hole

I saw Your sky;

I figured right then

they had told me a lie.

Had I taken the time

to see the things You made,

I would know they weren't calling

a spade a spade.

I wonder, God,

if You would shake my hand;

Somehow, I feel

that You will understand.

Strange, I had to come

to this hellish place

Before I had time to see Your face.

Well, I guess there isn't

much more to say,

But I am sure glad, God,

I met You today.

I guess the zero hour

will soon be here,

But I am not afraid

since I know You are near.

The signal - well, God,

I will have to go;

I love you lots,

this I want you to know.

Looks like this will be

a horrible fight;

Who knows, I may come

to your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly

with you before,

I wonder, God,

if you would wait at the door.

Look, I am crying,

me shedding tears!

I wish I had known you

these many years.

Well, I will have to go now, God.

Goodbye

Strange, since I met you,

I am not afraid to die.

~Author Unknown