Why do I
My belief is not always so
I stumble. I fall.
SoMeTimEs i FaLl PuRpOsElY.
Just so I don't have to face responsibility.
Why do I believe in Jesus?
It just seems so real to me, more and more each day.
I can't fathom waking up
Without Him singing love songs over me,
I need Him
More than I need the gulps of air
More than I crave for love of a man
More than my dreams that I only tell certain people
Jesus is the only one who lets my world go round
That gives it meaning.
You may think I'm such a goody goody.
A religious freak.
Well, you have your opinions
While I have my silent opinions
I questioned my belief
In high school
Wondering if there really was a God
That loved me
And guided me
I would always have voices in my ear.
God is not real.
Well, I had so many
All so intimate
All so personal
On how precise the confirmation is
That I don't think anyone
Can shake off my belief.
God, I love you so much.