The Cheshire God

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Truly you are a God who hides himself, O God and Savior of Israel. (Isaiah 45:15)

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Jehovah is a Mystery God; he’s called the Hidden Face—
For he’s the Lord of vacancy, the King of Empty Space.
He’s the bafflement of those in need, the hungry heart’s despair:
For when a poor sod needs him most—Jehovah is not there!

Jehovah God, Jehovah God, there’s no one like Jehovah God,
He’s broken every human law, his behavior is quite odd.
His powers of evasion take him who knows where,
And when you think you’ve found him, Jehovah’s just not there!
You may seek him in the temple, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Jehovah is not there!

Jehovah’s omnipresent, the theologians say;
He’s here and there and everywhere, he hears you when you pray.
He knows it when you’re bad or good; no, wait, that’s Santa Claus;
I mean, he knows your inmost thoughts and all your hidden flaws;
He sees in secret places, for him night is as day;
But when you need a showing, he’s always far away.

Jehovah God, Jehovah God, there’s no one like Jehovah God,
For he’s a hole in empty space, a vacuum in divine facade.
You may meet him in a burning bush or on your knees in prayer—
But when you need a miracle, then Jehovah is not there.

He’s religiously respectable. (They say he’s into blood.)
He’s maker of the ancient world, which he deluged by flood.
And when a plague is called for, or, perhaps, some heavenly fire,
Or an army needs destroying, the Old Boy’s up for hire.
Or if you need affliction of some kind, he’s time to spare—
Ah, but try to buy a break—Jehovah is not there!

And when the Profs at seminary find their doctrine’s gone astray,
Or the average Joe can’t figure out the why of God’s delay,
There may be private rumblings that the Lord just doesn’t care—
But it’s useless to complain or pout—Jehovah is not there!
Yet when his absence is proposed, the timid-hearted quake,
“Such blasphemy is damnable! To make the Lord a fake!”
We summon up excuses to control the doubting mob,
And loopholes in the Bible so that God can keep his job.

Jehovah God, Jehovah God, there’s no one like Jehovah God,
Who favors guys like suffering Job, our Saint Marquis de Sade.
He the master of the alibi, his ways are beyond compare:
You can mold your nice theologies, but Jehovah is not there!

Some argue that the devil’s trick is to leave you high and dry,
(He’ll promise you a kingdom but will only watch you fry.)
But he’s nothing but an amateur against the Great I AM,
Whose chosen art is camouflage, whose name, the Hidden Lamb.

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