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Questioning Faith

I've never seen God,

Nor have I heard him call.

Maybe he's a myth.

Maybe he's not real at all.

 

My mother always tells me

To pray at night;

For my sins, thoughts, and items;

To talk to him in the night.

 

But talking to someone I don't know exists

Feels like talking to a brick wall.

Therefore I don't speak to him,

Not ever, not at all.

 

When I am in bed

And think about feelings I've felt,

My friends say,

"Pray to God, I know he can help."

 

I just nod lightly

And give them a small smile.

They mirror my image

While holding the Bible.

 

I don't know what to think.

Is this God really real?

I truly am confused

And don't know what to feel.

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