"Mummy, what does God look like?"

I don't know dear, what do you think he looks like?"



Is he a tall handsome man

With a bushy brown beard

And wavy long hair

That comes down to here?



Or a little old man

With no hair at all

Somebody like

The man next door?



Is he the man at the bar

Who's ordered two beers

Or a father at the airport

Fighting back tears?



Mummy, he might have green eyes

Or even one green and one blue

He might have a small nose

And wear glasses, like you



He could have girly hair

Straight, with curls on the end

With twistables and ribbons

That look funny on men



He wears a pink shirt

With a black bowtie

And a long blue scarf

To match his eyes



Or a yellow cape

That goes down to his knees

He'd look cool in that

I'd love one of these



Does he have black hair

That he sometimes dyes pink

Just to match his shirt

Mummy, what do you think?



He might wear flip-flops

When he walks on the sand

Or when he plays the guitar

On stage with his band



Is he a singer

who hits a tamborine

While singing to Jesus

That he believes?



He’s a man with a big heart

And he loves having fun

He has sticking out ears

And has a big bum



He might go to town

For burgers and chips

Get salt in his beard

And wipe sauce from his lips



I'm sure he likes pancakes

With syrup or jam

He will eat three or four

Just like my Dad!



Imagine if he came

To have dinner with us

I know he would help

With the washing up



Mummy, God could be a postman

Or the man who drives the bus

But, the more I think of it

He's just like us



It doesn't matter what God looks like

I don't care if he is big or small

All that matters is

He loves us all.