My God

My God is not the old grey bearded man
Who sits up there with no emotions
The one that expects and demands me to be perfect 
The father that puts a son on a tight leash
My God is the father i lost before i was old enough to know
The one who would love me with or without my imperfections
The father who will make a man out of a boy

My God is not the inexorable judge
The kind that knows no pragmatism
The judge who by the strike of His gavel sends me to doom
My God is the judge who knows that
My good intentions may somtimes cause harm
The kind that offers me a second chance
A chance to make right my wrongs

My God is not an ancient time bound divinity
He does not ride around on donkeys
And He does not wear knee length tunics and sandals
My God shares my ear phones while we chill to tunes on my ipod
And He shops at Topman or H&M or River Island
My God is supernatural yet in touch with me
My God is my father, friend and judge
My God is my God