Fifteen and questioning everything, I said, I don't believe in you.
If you are real...Touch me. Speak to me. Give me a vision.
Is this not how it works?
If I obey, will you not...Prosper me? Bless me? Make me known?
I was confused. I misunderstood.
If you are never to physically touch me, nor audibly speak, or ever give me a vision...You are the realest thing in this universe to me.
Though scientism rule everything around me, my faith in you keeps me; poor but my soul prosperous, broken but blessed, and known by heaven.
God, you are the realest!
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Fifteen and questioning everything, I said, I don't believe in you.
If you are real...Touch me. Speak to me. Give me a vision.
Is this not how it works?
If I obey, will you not...Prosper me? Bless me? Make me known?
I was confused. I misunderstood.
If you are never to physically touch me, nor audibly speak, or ever give me a vision...You are the realest thing in this universe to me.
Though scientism rule everything around me, my faith in you keeps me; poor but my soul prosperous, broken but blessed, and known by heaven.
God, you are the realest!
After I read that a once close friend converted to scientism from faith this came to my heart.
