The Disbelievers

Unsaved Skeptics of the Family

I look outside a sky so dark and dreary,
Actually makes such a feeling so eerie;
Appearances with a stormy day ahead,
A day you rather to stay home instead;
But knowing that you are safe and sound,
Because of God shall always be around;
Watching over you both day and night,
Ensuring me that everything is alright,
But some people are such a skeptic,
They think that it is a spiritual antic;
And I am not one that is afraid to say,
That I had a sister that felt that way;
Of all the times that she had been told,
On using the Lord's name way too bold;
Always reflecting of no scientific proof,
Thinking of religion as being a spoof;
Well I have no idea where she may be,
But I doubt in Heaven where I will see;
Where she may had gone in misbelieve,
Probably has more sorrow and grief.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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