Where God Ain't
He was just a little boy
on a week's first day.
Wandering home from Sunday School
and dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
He found a caterpillar.
He found a fluffy milkweed pod
And blew out all the 'filler.'
A bird's nest in a tree overhead
So wisely placed up high,
Was just another wonder
That caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zig-zag course
And hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he'd been that day
And what was going on.
'I've been to Bible School,' he said,
And turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm, replying,
'I've learned alot about God.'
'A very fine way,' the neighbor said,
'For a boy to spend his time.
If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime!'
Quick as a flash the answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
'I'll give you a dollar, Mister.....
If you tell me where God ain't!'
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I go up to the heavens,
you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths,
you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.