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by Abigail Van Buren

If God Set Up a Picket Line, We Would All Be Out of Luck

DEAR ABBY: Many years ago, I copied this poem out of your column in the Indiana (Pa.) Gazette. Since there are so many strikes now, I thought it might be a good time to print it again. -- MRS. ARTHUR STEELE, INDIANA, PA.


by Walt Huntley

How good it is that God above

has never gone on strike,

Because He was not treated fair

in things He didn't like.

If only once, He'd given up and

said, "That's it, I'm through!

"I've had enough of those on Earth,

so this is what I'll do:

"I'll give my orders to the sun

cut off the heat supply!

"And to the moon -- give no more light,

and run the oceans dry.

"Then just to make things really tough

and put the pressure on,

"Turn off the vital oxygen till

every breath is gone!"

You know He would be justified,

if fairness was the game,

For no one has been more abused

or met with more disdain

Than God, and yet he carries on,

supplying you and me

With all the favors of His grace,

and everything for free.

Men say they want a better deal,

and so on strike they go,

But what a deal we've given God

to whom all things we owe.

We don't care whom we hurt

to gain the things we like;

But what a mess we'd all be in,

If God should go on strike.