Church
Though I may be surrounded by faithful people
who know all their prayers & chants,
Though I may be under an impressive steeple
filled with candles & colored glass,
Though I may hear a priest read from the bible
His proud, His faithful, His blind recital,
I do not feel any closer to God.
I may sing songs proclaiming faith
& I have much faith I do, or
I may repeat the words I'm supposed to say,
& kneel on the ground or sit on a pew.
I may confess my sins through a prayer they teach
but these are not words from my own speech.
I may nod my head, I may eat the bread
I may do everything a Catholic should,
&yet I feel God in the street,
I can't get any closer to Him through a priest.
I feel Him when the sky is blue & more so when it's gray.
I see Him in everything good & bad
& I break down when I pray.
I don't feel God when I go to church
I may never know why,
But I see Him, I feel Him in the Earth
the second I step outside.