Hope so often feels foolish A belief of reasons, purpose Such a dismaying risk to trust But in doubting, what if we sin?
If indifference is potentially easier And our desires are left without expectation Are we merely protected from possible disappointment Or are we trashing our faith in God's abilities to keep us free?
I found this saved under a strange file on my phone. It's obviously my writing, but I don't really have any memories of the composing. I don't think it was finished, but I'm over it.