When he was still an atheist - he prayed.
He did not settle down on bended knee.
Forgiveness Love and peace are his today.

He might have lost and never found his way,
Hidden within Source helped this blind man see.
When he was still an atheist - he prayed.

Though many sacred blessings came his way,
He never saw the incongruity.
Forgiveness Love and peace are his today.

At times he questioned choices he had made,
He thought his life unlocked by good luck' s key.
When he was still an atheist - he prayed.

Although in war, angels came to his aid,
He never saw past physicality.
Forgiveness Love and peace are his today.

When he could see his whole perspective changed,
He found he lived in Love's eternity.
When he was still an atheist - he prayed.
Forgiveness Love and peace are his today.

I was always the atheist who capitalized the G.

The girl in the back of the choir wondering why we never sang about Her.

Fretting over Anne Frank's place in a Catholic heaven,

I left God like a lost childhood friend.

We had one too many arguments.

Differences, in opinion.

Embracing the hope of an old fool
don't make much sense to the modern day.
how can you walk on streets
with soles of your bare feet
looking for ground on a paved way?

Do you not think much of the media?
Don't you know that their thoughts are hallowed ground?
Would you dare tear down all the golden calfs
to make room for God in the hearts of men?

Well keep your heart out of my hole.
keep your thoughts out of my school.
keep your art out of my show.

…you're a dying breed, you're a modern fool.

Well can I dare hold my arms out?
Can I dare speak love and for peace of all?
Or does all of this praise and my child-like faith
offend even the strongest of your ranks?

Would you ban my race from the radio
and take off all of my visage from your door?
Can you not take it when you can feel the grace
dripping from the words and coming through your walls?

I want my heart where you are
I'll put my art in your show
I'll put my thoughts in your school
I'm a dying breed, I'm a modern fool

In the distance I hear chanting
A song
Warning me
Calling out the inevitable truths that await

Death
A sea of souls surround my raft
Begging me to join them
As I drift upon wave after wave of those spirits
And toss and turn over tombstones
I am trapped in a purgatory awaiting rescue

Should I sink or swim?

Swim to a church pew
Live and die by the cross
Listen as he screams once more
Salvation and saliva flying from his lips
Although
I don't know which is more revolting

Or should I sink
Sink into the abyss in which I believe IS the afterlife
The cold darkness
The nothingness cradled in the heart of an atheist

Sometimes I wonder
Is a soul worth holding on to?
Because it's so much easier to tread water without it weighing me down

Mortal gods stand by,
amused by Africa's cry.
A continent in despair,
its prayers remain
suspended in the air.