When I was twelve, I lost my faith,
First Jackie, then my Nan.
So many people lost since then,
So, not your biggest fan.

Although the grief was strong at first,
I took a while to see.
You weren't being cruel by taking them,
You were not testing me.

To start I lost all faith in you,
(The little that I'd had)
And for a while the blame was yours,
All I could feel, was sad.

But bit by bit, I thought of you,
In stressful times we'd talk.
Or rather I would talk to you,
You'd listen while I'd walk.

No matter what I asked of you,
I never once heard 'No'
Although I turned my back on you,
You stuck around to show.

That even though I don't do church,
And I don't know how to prey.
You're with me, giving guidance,
Each and every single day.