Since I met you, I am not afraid


From Grace Wooley, of Lima



Look God, I have never spoken to You,

But now I want to say “How do You do?”

You see God, they told me You didn’t exist,

And like a fool, I believed all of this.

Last night from a shell hole, I saw Your sky,

I figured right then they had told me a lie.

Had I taken time to see things You made

I’d have known they weren’t calling a spade a spade

I wonder God, if You’d shake my hand …

Somehow I feel that You will understand.

Funny I had to come to this hellish place

Before I had time to see Your face.

Well, I guess there isn’t much more to say,

But I’m sure glad God, I met You today.

I guess “Zero Hour” will soon be here

But I’m not afraid, since I know You are here.

The “Signal!” Well God, I’ll have to go,

I like you lots, this I want You to know.

Look now, this will be a horrible fight,

Who know, I may come to Your house tonight.

Though I wasn’t friendly to You before,

I wonder, God, if You’d wait for me at Your door?

Look! I’m crying! Me! Shedding tears!

I wish I had known You these many years.

Well, I have to go now, God, Goodbye!

Strange, since I met You, I’m not afraid to die.

— Francis Angermayer, June 1944

From Grace Wooley, of Lima

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