The Evidence of Things Unseen
I hear all these voices
shouting, filling
my head
yelling, proclaiming:
GOD IS DEAD.
I will not be silent,
I will not be ashamed,
because the very God that knows my name
took my sins, shouldered my pain,
and gave me hope in the darkness.
A God that is willing to sacrifice,
that understands my stress and strife,
provides ressurection, new, abundant life--
That is the God I believe in.
And in this sea of opinions, voices, views,
I will not let my belief waver.
I will not let myself doubt or lose
the battle in my mind for a Savior.
This poem is about:
Me