Questioning Faith (working title)
"It's a question of faith!" she cried
As she tight clasped her hands and gazed at the skies
"It isn't that I don't want to believe
But I don't like the doctrines taught to deceive
How foolish: a programme could move me to feel
Closer to Jesus than I do when I kneel -
Could bring me to question again my convictions
And lead me to crave sincere benedictions."
So she went to Church to feel even closer to God
But her devotion was checked by the recitive plod
Of voices raised without expression
Saying 'Hallelujah' with acute depression.
The excuses for being poor Christians, we -
But it's alright Lord, for forgiveness is thee.
She wondered where she could reach Jesus Christ
When the fire of her spirit is so quickly iced
By the stone in the voices of all who proclaim
Excitement and wonder in Jesus' name.
"To the Bible I'll go to find out the truth"
Though she knows it was written by men with no proof
And hundreds of years after Christ came
But it still calls out to her again and again.
So thus we shall leave her at the start of her quest
To find what her head thinks to give spirit rest.
It's not quite a need, but more of a want
To know if it meant anything at the baptismal font.