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I was just a young boy when I began to think, I thought about many different things. And I always seemed to be going to school. With my pens and books and a small toy They packed me off and waved me off And they said God was walking with me. So why couldn’t I see him or hear him talk? I asked him lots of questions But he did not answer one. Is this the way life is supposed to be? Does anyone else feel this way? It was then that my teachers decided I was different Different to all the many children staying there? Was it because I wasn’t afraid to ask? Or I wasn’t one to sit down and cry. They didn’t know what to do with me, So they packed me off to a special place Somewhere that they could wash their hands of me? I went there on a Friday and the date was thirteen, Nobody spoke and nobody looked at each other. There was a room with book shelves but no books, And all the crosses hung upside down. I wondered why I was here, Was this to see if I was for real? Or to stop me asking questions? The days ran into weeks and they ran into months, But it was here that I finally got an answer. But as usual it wasn’t the one I wanted Maybe the question I asked was wrong? When I told them all that someone spoke to me Just to see if I would get a reaction They all wanted to know what he said But who said it was a ‘he’? Did he have an answer and did he mention fish and bread? They all stopped to listen and they tried to make me ask again But I don’t know who really spoke to me. And I could not tell them a lie. I didn’t know why people lived And I didn’t know why people died. I told them I saw a light Which was true, it was shining down on me. But I am still alone as I tread my lonely path Or perhaps I am walking as one of three I don’t know, so I walk for a little longer. Thinking of what has happened in my life It was then that I stopped when I came to a gate, And I leaned on this gate not knowing if I should go through It was then that I spoke to whoever was there. ‘So if you are here God, standing by my side, How can you be here and then be everywhere else at once? I have so many questions and I am sure you have heard them all before. So tell me God, why do I believe in you? When there is so much suffering in the world? Is this a test for us to show us that you care? Or have you turned your back on us For what we have done to this planet that you created.

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Walking With God? Pt 1

I was just a young boy when I began to think, I thought about many different things. And I always seemed to be going to school. With my pens and books and a small toy They packed me off and waved me off And they said God was walking with me. So why couldn’t I see him or hear him talk? I asked him lots of questions But he did not answer one. Is this the way life is supposed to be? Does anyone else feel this way? It was then that my teachers decided I was different Different to all the many children staying there? Was it because I wasn’t afraid to ask? Or I wasn’t one to sit down and cry. They didn’t know what to do with me, So they packed me off to a special place Somewhere that they could wash their hands of me? I went there on a Friday and the date was thirteen, Nobody spoke and nobody looked at each other. There was a room with book shelves but no books, And all the crosses hung upside down. I wondered why I was here, Was this to see if I was for real? Or to stop me asking questions? The days ran into weeks and they ran into months, But it was here that I finally got an answer. But as usual it wasn’t the one I wanted Maybe the question I asked was wrong? When I told them all that someone spoke to me Just to see if I would get a reaction They all wanted to know what he said But who said it was a ‘he’? Did he have an answer and did he mention fish and bread? They all stopped to listen and they tried to make me ask again But I don’t know who really spoke to me. And I could not tell them a lie. I didn’t know why people lived And I didn’t know why people died. I told them I saw a light Which was true, it was shining down on me. But I am still alone as I tread my lonely path Or perhaps I am walking as one of three I don’t know, so I walk for a little longer. Thinking of what has happened in my life It was then that I stopped when I came to a gate, And I leaned on this gate not knowing if I should go through It was then that I spoke to whoever was there. ‘So if you are here God, standing by my side, How can you be here and then be everywhere else at once? I have so many questions and I am sure you have heard them all before. So tell me God, why do I believe in you? When there is so much suffering in the world? Is this a test for us to show us that you care? Or have you turned your back on us For what we have done to this planet that you created.