A letter came this week that touched my heart,
a man wrote and said he didn't believe in God.
It took the wind out of me because of my beliefs,
striking the core of my soul like a lighting rod.

There is no God, that's what the letter so boldly said
but he never asked me what did I believe.
The power of the words and the affects it had on me
stopped me dead in my tracks, I couldn't proceed.

An opinion wasn't offered to fill me in as to why I
should see things his way.
Maybe he doesn't understand fully that I have a
reason to believe God wakes me up everyday.

Clearly this letter is making it's point by trying to
tell me that I'm the one whose being misled.
But the author doesn't know that it's because of my
God that I have a roof over my head.

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