I think I know God. He's hanging on my wall.
He's been there eversince I know that wall.
He speaks when you look at him but never says a word. Yet he controls our daily routines.
He speaks not but his words are loud. He tells us when to move and when to sleep. When to walk our dogs and when to be a 9-5 slave.
I don't think he's independently powerful but whosoever controls this clock; he's my God.