I Want To Believe
A child with twisted limbs and a smile;
displays a faith he's held from the start.
Although every day is a trial,
he praises God with all of his heart.
It's hard to believe.
A wino quotes from the book of God,
proclaiming that Jesus has saved him.
And proves faith roots in the poorest sod
under God's light, no matter how dim.
He came to believe.
A boy from the ghetto learns to steal;
settling fights with a knife or a gun.
And yet, his Mom prays before each meal;
thanking God for the gift of her son.
She needs to believe.
I see how the forgotten and poor
are desperately struggling to cope.
Yet, despite fate closing every door,
their unwavering faith gives them hope.
They choose to believe.
Behind all the rhetoric, I find:
I wish to be loved and understood.
And in my soul or subconscious mind,
there's an innate desire to do good.
I want to believe.
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