Faithless Faith
In moments of total darkness
with you I grapple, damning,
questioning if you really are
who you claim you truly are.
In my times of deep despair
as the soul lies abandoned,
I laugh at how overrated you are,
more a pest than a loyal friend.
Yet as I gaze at a baby asleep
or the grandeur of distant hills,
when I hear the birds' melodies
while leaves rustle in the trees,
I, I hang my head in shame
for even doubting that You,
You are indeed the molder
of this weak and fickle heart.
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