Too Odd to Be God Some people have God all figured out Explaining painstakingly But whoever they are talking about Sounds too odd to be God to me Squaring the circle again Angels rounding the head of a pin Dance to the question how many May we triangulate now if any I wonder if God understands What is superimposed on the soul By dead hands and their demands These oddities of systems of control God would not be an oddity Certainly not a commodity Though some of the godly would not agree Oddly enough God is free Whoever whatever he or she Or it may be or maybe not Maybe God may not be what They thought he or she or it ought to be And so in their own image they Created their own to get their way Let them or you get thrown out With the real God out in reality I never mind what some people say Threw myself out anyway But whoever they are talking about Sounds too odd to be God to me The only God I know of Who knows of me goes by the name of Love Steven Curtis Lance