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The Hand Trembler

from The Collected Works by Tourniquet

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Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes, maybe, or no?
Or like Ouija board that points the direction to go?

A family looks on forlorn and sad
The outcome will determine thankful or mad
Temperature soars to 107°
Passing hands not yet ready for heaven
He sees himself floating somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition high above his bed
"It's me - I think
But I seem to resemble the soul of a ghoul"
The hand trembler walks out
Not a word did he say
Is his power for real
Though he failed today?
The family has scorned him
Hand trembler denied
The life of their son
Snuffed out as they cried
"You left us in agony
Your power is fake
Though we trusted in you
This answer we'll not take"

Do you have the faith to let God be God - that is the question
Not a question of outcome but a question of trust
For He is truly God and we are but dust...

There are things in this life we can never explain
On the wicked and righteous come sunshine and rain
I am not God though at times I have tried
"You don't need Him" - the deceiver has lied

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from The Collected Works, released July 1, 1996

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