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Question of belief.

Question of belief.

Is there really a holy spirit, or do I just need something to believe in?

May the Lord protect my body and soul; I fear I'm getting old. As my skin wrinkles, I start to question the Lord's miracles.

Prayers sun up to sun down, can my prayers really end the suffering in the world, or is it just a trick played by the old?

I guess we'll never know.

Read the bible from beginning to end, hoping this isn't just all pretend. If it be, please tell my heart, so it can amend.

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Glenn Marchand

wow. this poem speaks to the human condition. it also speaks to a crisis of faith. and it touches most, if not all of us. 

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