The science behind it is never quite clear.
And faith without seeing leaves much room for fear.
How can I have trust in what I can't see?
How do I know he's watching over me?
Where do I find the god of Abraham?
How can he claim to love every man,
When people are dying each and every day
And people line streets with nowhere to stay
Where is a god of kindness and love
And how can he lead from way up above
Sometimes I can feel him there by my side
But sometimes doubt is all that's there in my mind
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PoetryPoetry: inside the mind of a liberal teenage feminist with self image issues and a habit of overthinking.
