Letter to the Secular

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All the drugs, And all the blame, And all the search for material aims, And all the rock stars, and the bankers, and gangs, and girls, fun, and trying again, And all the places I’ve lived in that spoiled my decision, And all the methods indulged in that left me feeling nothing, And all the control, And all the time, And all the search for my piece of mind, And all the money, and the haircuts, and clothes, And all those things that nobody knows, And all the jobs I’ve given my best, And all the effort and all the rest, All these things just brought me back where I was, Until one day I thought about God. What matters to Him most? Where are you people hiding your ghost? Does He love me? Well, what does His love mean? So what now? What now? Should I believe in what the teacher says? Will He set me free? Should I believe in what the preacher says, when he’s a man like me? Should I believe in what the Bible says, when it’s written by man? Should I have faith in what I don’t understand? So what now? What now? See, I went to church, but I didn’t want to go, and to tell you the truth it only made me better at tic-tac-toe, And I don’t feel love, or anything here to show me how that things here seem better than the way I’m doing things now, And the preacher, I hear him talking but the words just don’t stick. There’s no sign to me that these are words that even show Life to him, But, there’s this desire to look further than everyone in here seems to want to reach, And there’s a gap in what fulfills me and what they have to teach, And there’s a truth that seems to live deeper inside the parts of me I’ve yet to touch, And I want it, I want it bad, I want it so much, But I don’t know how, So, what now? What now?…

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