Faith

A matter of a crisis in faith

 

 

 

They say have faith in God

 

But where is this God they speak of?

 

Where am I to find him?

 

If I were to see a burning bush perhaps I would have faith

 

But sadly all I see around me are the mounting accusations

 

OF the atheists that echo the thoughts of my fearful heart

 

To believe in a heaven and it not be there is callous and cold

 

To believe in a prophet that only wants money is an error in judgment

 

Of course I have no shortage of that kind of a mistake

 

I keep watching with eyes of comparison

 

Inside me there still remains a small voice of sorrow

 

A lonely voice that tells me to have faith

 

Faith in WHAT I say?

 

Faith in yourself it says

 

For that is why God made you the way you are

Author's Note

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