Doubting;

I have a lovely friend you know,
I love her to bits that's true!
But she often say's not sure of things,
And sometimes doubts God too!
She can't understand the pain in life;
That some people have to bear,
And she says to me quite often;
‘If there's a God, then He doesn't care!'
So I think about it in my mind,
And then I try to explain to her;
That God is around, and does as He deems fit,
And He will always care!
Now I am a Catholic, yes that's true,
But a bible basher! Nope, no way!
Just because I believe in God,
Doesn't mean I believe in a fanatical way!

I have my thoughts and ideas,
On the ways of this Icon, God;
And I accept the good and bad in life,
And bear my pain like a rod!
And like that rod, no matter the pain,
And no matter the hurt in life,
That rod of mine will never break,
Not even for my very worst strife!
You see, God gives us things that we can bear,
Oh, yes; but this is true!
And the day that we can no longer,
Then He will surely release me and you!
So I try and explain to her as best I can,
About the way things seem to be,
To hope she can see what I see,
And to help her understand the workings of He!

So I tell her how I see things,
And yes, sometimes she'll agree!
And say to me; ‘wow, I understand that,
For you seem to enlighten me!'
That's when I tell her that she does believe in;
This icon, so named; God above!
And why she has people in her life who care,
And why she's surrounded in love;
At times when she's feeling lost and alone,
She always turns to this icon so true;
Because she will often ask for His help,
And I remind her of this fact too!
So then she will think about it a little,
And then will say to me;
‘You always make think of things;
And that always makes me see;

See what it is that I couldn't,
See what it is that you mean!
And then I understand your words and thoughts,
As from your mind I glean;
Glean the things that I think aren't there,
And know without a doubt in my mind;
That at the end of the day, I do believe;
And there's always an answer I find!'
Then she tells me I'm scary,
And that what I tell is fact and true;
And that's when I smile a little smile,
And tell her; that's belief too!
For at times when she's so burdened,
A little weepy and sad, as we do,
She always talks to the ceiling in her kitchen,
To God and her mum too!

And so therein lays her belief;
And even though she's not aware…
God is at her side, always;
She just didn't see Him there!
But little by little she's starting to believe in Him,
And understand a little bit too;
That there is never always a reason why,
We go through the pain we do.
She tells me she gets very angry,
Knowing that if there is a God;
Why it is that He has me suffer so,
And I tell her; ‘cos He's a busy bod!'
I tell her my reason for being here,
Is because God loves me true;
And He gave me the walks I walk,
So I can empathise with all of you!

He gave me the gift of words,
So I can give support to people in need,
And that's how I see it; because I am at times;
God's awakening seed.
I walk the walk for a reason,
That only He can see;
And until I face my maker,
Then I am merely an instrument of He!

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