April 8-11, 2015

 

When You Told Me …

 

When you told me years ago were billions, not thousands,

that I was here by chance, not by design

I considered your words and truly pondered

Questioned if your beginning had more truth than mine

if eternal, self-existent matter were more plausible

than an eternal, self-existent God

But no matter how I tried, and still try,

I am unable to exchange Reality for nothing

 

When you told me He was not God but a just good man,

that He was merely prophet, not The Saviour

I considered your words and truly pondered

Questioned if your salvation had more truth than mine

if forgiveness by sacrifice were less reasonable

than the glory of self-achievement

But no matter how I tried, and still try,

I am unable to exchange Salvation for futility

 

When you told me sin is not as we have been taught,

that what is thought a wrong is but misunderstood

I considered your words and truly pondered

Questioned if your gospel held more truth than mine

if love for His way were less to be valued

than making welcome the unchanged

But no matter how I tried, and still try,

I am unable to exchange Righteousness for corruption

 

When you told me today is all that will ever be,

that all we are ends at a tear stained hole

I considered your words and truly pondered

Questioned if your ending had more truth than mine,

if the dust we tread underfoot would be our final home

rather than God’s endless golden realm

But no matter how I tried, and still try,

I am unable to exchange Life for death

 

When you told me all roads lead to the same destination

that the God I worship is the one you don’t

I considered your words and truly pondered

Questioned if your concept of god were superior to mine

if these many roads and their diversity of rules

were more reasonable than the narrow path

But no matter how I tried, and still try,

I am unable to exchange Truth for a lie

 

… et cetera …

 

When you told me that faith is blind

that it must yield to reason’s sight

I wondered how you saw them different

questioned whether you are sane or mad

For reason must rest on faith in Truth

our thought but builds on that which is

And I am unable to comprehend

why you would give up Hope for despair!