Up where ever you might be listening,
are You hearing my confusion?
When I doubt my own doubt
in Your existance, do You cry,
attempting to help me find my way
while the attempts go unnoticed?

While I walk through my sins
and shadows and solitude,
do You reach out to me and
guide me silentley,
knowing now is not the time
to make Your prescene known?

I can't help but wonder if You
see the confused tears I cry,
wishing to know the truth.

11/18/2005

Posted on 11/18/2005
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