Carved From Stone
I have seen the seeds of faith sprout
in a hurting heart filled with doubt.
And yet, some only worship God;
during times of famine or drought.
Following the paths, preachers trod:
I found their teachings to be flawed.
For preaching Hell and damnation,
marks God's eternal love as fraud.
In a world filled with temptation
Religion offers salvation.
Yet doubts pound, like cascading waves,
undermining Faith's foundation.
Fearing what waits beyond our graves:
souls morph into religious slaves.
And convinced that we're not alone,
believers believe Jesus saves.
I've no sins that I must atone,
for my God doesn't sit on a throne.
And He does not command my praise;
for His heart is not carved from stone.
No need to fast or pray for days
to find God, in life's mortal maze:
For like the softest of whispers,
His love's revealed in gentler ways.
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