Hand Made

If you've been happy being common Joe
or Josephine, the time has come to rise
beyond the coma and lethargic woe
you call a life, and learn to use your eyes.
Soul-saving doesn't work and can't be done.
Your source is both eternal and divine.
You must realize that you're the only one
whose waking makes truth's quest into a shrine.
This core religion's priest, is good old You.
Without your hand upon the driving rod
you will be bald-ass blind without a clue,
and wondering 'just where in hell is God?'
It's hard to grasp that you 'are all there is
to all there is.' Your name, "I am", is His.