If God was a woman, just what would he be?
Would he vainly go shopping for perfumery?
Would he think of his waistline while making the tea?
And spend all his hours watching daytime TV?
If God was a man, would he stay in his bed?
Would he claim he was sick, that he had a sore head?
Would he grouch in the evenings until he'd been fed?
Would he argue, and fight you, whatever you said?
If God was a child, just what would he lack?
Would he throw childish tantrums and turn the skies black?
And what if you sinned? Would he get his own back?
Would he stand there defiant and give you a smack?
If God was a boss, would he earn a huge stack?
If you asked for a raise, would he feign heart attack?
If his angels were late, would he give them the sack?
Would he play on the golf course, be late coming back?
No, God's not like a child, or a woman or man.
He understands all of us more than we can,
In spite of our faults he loves us the same,
That's the reason he sent Jesus to take all our blame.
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If God was a woman by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.