A poem about an experience that happened to me recently. |
A Silent Witness I sit alone, and hear them talk, I hear the nonsense that they spout, I hear them speak of worthless things, Of brand new clothes, and shiney rings, But now and then, a theme comes up, That makes me listen, if not speak out, They talked today of their religion, This is a topic I hear not often, They say that God is just a sham, They don't believe that He made man, "Man created God" they say, I cannot think of a life so gray, They tell each other how church is fake, They truly believe in these stories they make, I know that I should take a stand, I know that I should lend a hand, I should tell of our God above, I should tell of the limitless love, I should reveal that they aren't alone, I should tell of my heavenly home, I should invite them to come with me, His endless wonders also to see, But I turn away and think in my head, "Someone else, surely, will do it instead," "I worship God, I've done my part," But I know that I lied, deep in my heart. |