God, Man Made

So this is God, this puppet, this figure,
This little pagan idol,
Man's words have fashioned him out!
He resides not save within a steepled place,
And he who would worship Him shall seek it,
And become hypocritical, his lips announcing
That which his heart hath not the fullness of,
Or in their short-cut utterances,
Deceiving man as to his belief.
Oh, so this is God, this puppet which man exalteth!
I know him not! The God I know
Lifts His head beyond the stars!
His raiment Eternity, fringed by the universe.
His feet are the foundations of Time,
And His vitals are the moving planets!