How many languages does God know?
Does he know Tai, Lapland or Congo?
Does he know French, Welch, or Chinese?
Can he speak in Portuguese?
Does he talk to a storm,
and to the bees when they swarm?
Can he converse with a dove,
and explain the ways of love?
When tornadoes roam about?
Can God command them to leave out?
Can he tell them what to do?
Can he make them listen too?
Does God speak to the snow,
and tell it exactly where to go
And what about the gentle rain,
can he speak its perfect name?
Does God answer the wind’s low moan,
and calm its fears and take it home?
Does the blue of the sky
speak to God and he reply?
Through ceremony and wedding vows,
does God merely stand around,
or does he whisper into ears,
that love can last a million years.
And what about the angry man,
who holds a weapon in his hand.
Can God make him understand,
that hate and death aren’t His plan.
And in the dark of a Hospice bed,
when our prayers have all be said,
and there’s no strength to utter words,
does God speak, and is he heard?