A Mysterious God
God makes the universe so big that it keeps continuing
in every direction, but we as Earth only know of our race.
It would be a shame that God only made us to worship him,
but when we are in agony of need; he is nowhere to be found.
I wonder why he made it so big?
Maybe he wanted to play hide and go seek with us.
But the only problem is we won't find him, because we refuse to look.
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