Seed of Doubt

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The seed of doubt was sown in me,
By a question's gentle inquiry:
"How can God be right and just,
When the world betrays our trust?"

I believe in God, His power and grace,
Yet doubts emerge in a quiet space.
The all-knowing, mighty, eternal King,
Still leaves a shadow questioning.

They say to question Him is a sin,
But why should faith not look within?
If God's so vast, beyond all sight,
Why does doubt dim His holy light?

I strive to serve, to hold Him near,
But the whispers of doubt I still hear.
Is this my faith's trial, a test to grow?
Or a chasm where answers fail to show?

Though I fear the seed that's left to thrive,
I seek the truth, to keep faith alive.
In God, I trust, though questions remain,
For faith and doubt walk a fragile lane.

In God, I trust, though questions remain,For faith and doubt walk a fragile lane

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