A Rekindled Friendship With A Thing called "Faith" (specifically of the religious variety)

*before anyone reads this, it should be noted that this is in no way an attempt to sway readers towards any specific religion, nor have I stated my specific beliefs when involving religion*



A rekindled faith 

one that's been lost

for years and years

cry for the victory of what you think is right

cry for the reasons no one wishes

dont be bothered by others

a standing alone

on the mountain that's black.

in the mountains i see more than my share of wonder.

is there anymore i have to say?



i wish i could feel like this all the time.

but it's become corrupt in so many ways .

its corrupt by overseers who think themselves righteous.

but who am i to judge?

i want to see you.

i do. i promise.

but only for what i know is true.

do not reconcile with my heart

if i am not on the right side.

i do know right from wrong however.

i do. and i know where to find you...

even when i dont visit.



i feel a renewed spirit at the moment

one that i havent felt in i cant say how long.

maybe since high school...

maybe there is hope in the church after all.

as long as we remember why we're here.

to worship, praise, and be thankful.

not to put on a show...not to show off what we can do...

we are all given skills and talents.

but how do you use them?

why do you use them?

are you in?

and why are you in?

that's what i want to know.



'open the eyes of my (our) heart(s), Lord.

i want to see you.

to see you high and lifted up.

shining in the light of your glory.

pour out your power and love

as we sing holy, holy, holy.

i want to see you.'



*You dont have to be a Christian to want to sing and believe in those words... just a desire to have something deeper than a material wasteland...* - BPJ