Carved Out Of Stone
I've witnessed the seeds of faith sprout
in a hurting heart filled with doubt.
And yet, some stop worshiping God;
amidst times of famine or drought.
Following the paths, clergy 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,
all religions sell salvation.
And yet, like a cascading wave,
truths undermine Faith's foundation.
Scared of what lies beyond our graves;
we have become religious slaves.
And assured we are not alone,
we're taught to believe Jesus saves.
I've no innate sins to atone
for; my God doesn't sit on a throne.
And He does not demand my praise;
His heart is not carved out of stone.
To find God in this mortal maze
you do not need to fast for days.
Like a wish whispered on the wind,
His love's revealed in gentler ways.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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