Conversion
 

by Miss Frances Angermayer

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 the things You made,
I'd 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 the 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 the "zero hour" will soon be here.
But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.

The signal! -- Well, God, -- I'll have to go.
I like You lots. -- This I waant You to know.
Look, now -- this will be a horrible fight.
Who knows -- I may come to Your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly with You before
I wonder, God -- if You'd wait at Your Door.
Look -- I'm crying!  Me!  -- Shedding tears!
I wish I'd known You these many years.

Well, I will have to go now, God -- goodbye.
Strange -- since I met You -- I'm not afraid to die.