Sometimes I question you,
And wonder wether your listening.
I can't see you,or touch you,or even feel you,
So how do I know your realy there?
Sometimes I'm mad at you,
When I see bad things happen to good people.
I wonder why you didn't save them,
It makes me wonder if your there.
Sometimes when I pray to you,
I can sense that you are there with me,
watching over me as your child,
Blessing me with your grace.
Sometimes I can see you clearly,
When I see the little babies and kind smiles,
Generous people and the beuty of nature,
It makes me beilieve with my whole heart.
Sometimes my questions about you don't matter,
Even though there are never definite answeres.
I have faith in your love.
Forgive me, God for ever questioning you.
