Believe
This is something that came to me one day, and I have had it for a month. I was just watching this documentary on scholars who tried to find out who Christ really was, and whether or not He was real. After the show this poem came to me, so please tell me what you all think.
They ask how can you believe in someone who you have never seen?
They ask how can you believe in someone who you have never heard?
They say that you are not the Son of God.
They say that you were never real, and that you are a made up creation for man.
They ask how can you believe when the world is in such turmoil?
They ask what kind of God could create such a world as this and be benevolent?
They scoff and say that I am foolish and ignorant for believing in You, I do, so what does that make you?
To believe means to see the good in a horrible situation.
To believe means to love those even though they do not love you.
To believe means to know in your heart of hearts that You died and rose on the third day.
To believe is to know that You are to come again soon.
To believe is to know that this world will soon come to know your Glory and see Your reign upon this world.
To believe means to know that there is a place that is beyond my imagination, a place far better than this carnal world.
So I say to those who ask me why I believe, is this quote written by the late C.S. Lewis:
"Either Jesus was a crazy man who said He was the Son of God, or He really was; you decide."
I decide to believe.
So what did you all think? Please tell me what you liked or what you didn't like in a review and what Ishould fix,thank you all for taking the time to read my poem and God Bless.
PJ