Someday I'll be able to do something that great!
I'm always envious of poetry about the divine;
the outpour of passion, the sheer intensity
that goes into each and every beautiful line.
I believe with all my heart in Him,
but I wasn't so sure at first.
Raised in church, shoved down my throat;
Evangelism at it's all-time worst.
My mother beat her bible with her right hand,
while concealing secret sins with the left.
Crooked preacher taking more of his share from the plate;
Hypocrisy at it's all-time best.
I've grown and dispelled those images
I used to relate with God.
All it took was finding Him myself,
and erasing what I have been taught.
He's been with me even when I thought He wasn't.
I knew there was a reason I prayed each night
to a God I wasn't sure even existed.
My heart all along saw His shining light.