"Faith"

You are the reason I keep moving
Pressing on toward an unknown goal
and in my pain your words are soothing
and your breath, life to my soul.

But what if I never could have felt You?
Would I still be in this place?
Would my faith be rooted in emotions few?
And would I leave without seeing Your face?

Even now I have to question
Are my reasons genuine?
Or are they vents for my frustration?
In my doubt can I see You then?

Am I naive to want an answer
To the things I haven't seen ot heard?
Am I a fool to purge this cancer?
Lord, You know I need to be assured.

Root my faith in solid fround
Far from the shifting tides of sand.
And upon this holy, united mound
I'll draw my sword and take a stand.

by Ryan Heidorn