God cannot be prostituted
But Prostitutes He surely can save
He is not like a dumb fancy magician
Peddling charms and wonder potions
Miracles He gives and always will.
Surely He’s not that rosary your chaplain gave you
Or the funny amulet around your waste;
Unseen though, He’s always near, nearer than your breath.
Idols we carve for Unknown gods
Our God we know is not an idol
HE’s God, HE’s Good, Ever glory
Transcending all our minds can hold;
Our Sense of Him is so imperfect, yet
Boundless, He is, great one, and Forever concerned.