Old old old poem i wrote during MY depression era..
controversial perhaps..
DISORIENTED FAITH
I beg for answers, but I get questions
Can’t help but doubt God's words, God's creations
The worst of Christians, the best of sinners
All the pain in the world, crying oceans, crying rivers
Who chooses today, what’s right or what’s wrong?
How do you segregate the weak from the strong?
Bible burning baboons multiplying each day
Everyone has their own opinion, so is it ok?
Greed, envy, gluttony, lust?
With all this in the world, who can you trust?
Don’t forget, wrath, sloth and the big one, pride
Because of all this, Jesus died-
On the cross in return for each and everyone's sin
We believe this; we live by this, but something within-
Our hearts, our loneliness, our deepest dark side-
Questions the bible; the book, the guide-
To the way the good Lord wants us to live,
To God, our lives, that’s what we must give.
I trust in God, leave me he won’t,
I trust in God, it’s his followers I don’t.
ChEdKo
Edison Ching