The last couplet triggered a line I saw somewhere

The problem with arguing with half wits and fools is that they take you down to their level and clobber you with their dogged persistence

played with it some....

I once begged God for proof!
Reasoning dispute...

I have even accused God
Of making me a fraud...

I once told God, I'm angry!
Felt embittered speaking frankly...

I once asked God how and why?
When such evidence fills my eyes...

All these one way conversations
Without any explanations
As yet unanswered questions

If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop