Lord, I'm sorry.
I cannot follow You any longer.
I do not feel You the way others do.
I do not hear You the way I think that I should hear the almighty God.
My praises sung to You that once were powerful pleas to a merciful Savior
Now are empty songs to a being whose existence I am unsure of.
I know that a power higher than me is out there.
But I can no longer call that power "God".
I am finally able to say that I will not pretend to hear a voice that I never have.
If I am condemned to eternal suffering by these admissions, then so be it.
I would rather be banished to Hell for being truthful
Than to have an eternity of bliss for not being brutally truthful with myself.
A/N: This is how I've been feeling for quite a while now. I'm only just realizing it, though. The pretending has drained me. I don't like to admit it, but it's true. Now that I've written it out, it feels like a lot of stress has been taken off of me. I hope you enjoyed it.
I cannot follow You any longer.
I do not feel You the way others do.
I do not hear You the way I think that I should hear the almighty God.
My praises sung to You that once were powerful pleas to a merciful Savior
Now are empty songs to a being whose existence I am unsure of.
I know that a power higher than me is out there.
But I can no longer call that power "God".
I am finally able to say that I will not pretend to hear a voice that I never have.
If I am condemned to eternal suffering by these admissions, then so be it.
I would rather be banished to Hell for being truthful
Than to have an eternity of bliss for not being brutally truthful with myself.
A/N: This is how I've been feeling for quite a while now. I'm only just realizing it, though. The pretending has drained me. I don't like to admit it, but it's true. Now that I've written it out, it feels like a lot of stress has been taken off of me. I hope you enjoyed it.
