Waiting on his touch

i dont believe but its not like im against it

An elderly man greets me on the street one day,

holding a box of his religion,

With desperate eyes on so it would seem,

they stood paired with free bibles,

giving out samples of their excuse for life,

a trait they stand by, live by,

it is their faith,

but can it be trusted,

when it cant be proven?

these men follow their lord,

like sheep,

 

As it stands.........

 

my heart is his to mould,

he just hasnt touched it.......