Doubting

I wish I could see God.

I suppose that is like asking,

when will the world and?

I wish he would an angel send

to speak to me, his child.

I know,

it sounds crazy and wild

but I do want to see God.

I want to see His splendour

and in a way,

I want to, well

I want to know if what I believe

is true.

I try not to be the Doubter

that was Thomas, saint, you know

I shouldn’t stoop that low.

But how can we believe what we

can’t see?

Yes, we have the miracles

but I didn’t see it.

It might just be hypocrisy,

it might just be a lie.

So why can’t God just come down once

and come and see me here?

There’s no need for a hoo har

an angel will do,

or a star.

Something out of the normal

that proves that God exists.

But anyway, who cares?

I believe in God,

and for you, that’s all that matters.

So there’s no use trying to flatter

me with words that make me doubt.

I say to you from me:

“Get behind me, Satan.”

But maybe, second thoughts, no

cause you don’t believe what I do.

I could just meow and moo

and it’d make no difference to you.

Yes, just one.

I ask you to stop my doubting

the God I’ve learnt to love.

I ask you would,

as every man should,

Stop temptations in my way

and well, I simply say,

Stop making me doubt.