If I Believe
I fear my life is on the shelf or deep within my flesh;
I fear my life is over now before it’s even won;
I fear my life will soon be gone and it is not enough;
I fear my words will live in vain; I fear I am naive;
I fear my heart will break in half before the lightening flash.
Where is my birth? Where is my truth?
I sit in place. A life escape.
I type out words. They have no swords.
They sit apart. They cry for parts.
I seek the truth of proof of life,
I seek a peaced release from strife,
I seek a place my face finds ease,
I seek my home, I come for peace,
I seek the truth, my search to cease.
I find the book upon the shelf and read of god becoming flesh.
I find my life will never end and read of how o’er death He won.
I find my time may soon be gone but it will be enough.
I find the words are not naive and life is not in vain.
I fear no more the storm of life and trust my heart to God.
If I believe what I am told,
From words within this Book of old,
There is no death, just man’s release,
Eternal breath, and heaven’s peace.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2010
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