As I sat in church today,
Couldn’t find words to pray.
Because dear God—if You still hear.
Look down—we’re filled with fear.
You could change this. Couldn’t You?
Just one breath—or a spark or clue.
You are the reason why children still cry,
Why unarmed, hopeless people die.
And there still are wars down here,
Not enough reason for cheer.
I find it really hard to believe,
This is what You would wanna achieve.
Sorry to say, but that’s why,
I believe You are a very well-told lie.