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.