Faith

My faith was never a beacon of light more of a flickering candle at night. My Father’s beliefs were always strong perhaps somehow I got it all wrong. In spite of those hymns I love to sing for me it’s more a borderline thing. But I see things in a different way I don’t spend time praying each day. For me God’s love is practical too shared with others in the things we do. Through help we give to those in need whoever they are, whatever their creed. A man lies bleeding in the dark of night prayer won’t save him and make him alright. A helping hand will, so that’s what I’ll do and he may feel God’s love there too. Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong but this is how me and faith get along.