A deep question has been uttered
Softly, deeply, wondrously muttered
A thought, a trickle, has reached my ear
Loud and bold enough for me to hear
"Why do you believe in God?"
What would you have expected me to do?
Answer the question quickly, follow through?
Keep going without losing pace?
Answer it with God-given grace?
No, I stumbled in my steps, lose my footing
Stopped completely and glanced back
Why is it that the answer is what I always lack?
And now my heart feels as if I am under attack
But I can't stop thinking about it, the voice repeats
"Why do you believe in God?"
Why do I not know? Why can't I answer?
It's like a nail has just been hammered into my wrist
And I can do nothing but ball my fist
The pain is too intense
The question won't stop at this
It rattles my soul, reaches down to my very core
It shakes and breaks open closed, hidden doors
But none seem to have the answer closed behind them
What will I say to them? The question is still unanswered
Why do I believe in God?
From the early days of my childhood, I guess I knew
And it's not because of all the Christian things my parents would do
Go to church every Sunday and participate in things that matter
But do they really matter if I can't find a reason? Does it all seem like senseless chatter?
What is my reason?
Could one go as far as to call my unmoving lips treason?
But as I stand silently, the answer begins to become clear
I believe in God because I feel Him near
I've been in His presence, lived in His embrace
This journey wouldn't be complete if I didn't run this race
I believe in God because without Him there would be no me
Without Him, how would I even define me?
Who would I even be?
Finally I have an answer, after a long pause I can finally speak
With a tone, humble and meek
I utter my response
"I believe in God because without God, there would be no me"