I know You not in churches
But in the stillness of time
People say You are imaginary
It is okay
I feel imaginary too
A prayer uttered is not always heard
That is okay too
Because You and I know
It is for me to listen to my plea
And for me to answer myself
It is okay
For me to believe in You
And for You to simply exist
As the wind, the sun, the grass
It is okay
Because I feel love
Wherever I go