God ate that apple

We learned a hymn in our old chapel
I  fancied then God ate that apple
I thought he sometimes sits and cries.
When  he hears about  our sins and lies.
We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I’m not sure if  hymns were sung
Yet, what but joy can  they each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Till we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl