You created your own god(s) not mine
Your god is created by you,
that is why he got ears, eyes...
My God is the God of the universe
He don't need anyone's defense of His existence
You cut a piece of wood
make it look like something that close to your mind
then you call it god whatever you name it
You say good thing to the wood held in your hand,
because you can see it and you wish it can read your mind.
You don't know my God is standing behind you,
He knows everything about you specially what is in your heart
He is smiling just like an elder looking at a child
He holds his angry because he knows he is too powerful
no one can survive under his finger
You want to prove the existence of my God
with your knowledge and arguments
But you only live in this world for 100 years,
with your ears, eyes... to feel this world
my God had given you spirit to talk to him
why are not you use it?
If you don't admit you have the spirit searching for God,
why are you interested in these topics?
My God can read my mind
because he is the one put everything together
he is the one take care of those things I have no idea
I pray you fine tune your channel
so you can hear my God's voice,
just like you fine tune a radio for your favorite songs
Before you go, I want to tell you
Search God the creator with all your heart
he will open the door when the time comes.