What if life is a battle
ground
We fight for faith and for
voice
And the world itself is
turned against us
In unpredictable formation
Near impossible to stand our
ground
Against relativism and
realism
They shoot us down with
facts and stats
Leaving us arguing on a hope
Prove that God exists, they
jeer
Then find “real”
explanations
About how miracles are
“science”
And “science” makes much
more sense than
“miracles”
But why should we believe
The world is made of atoms
so small
They are intangible—yet are
made of
Nuclei and electrons and
protons
And not believe that there
is a God
Who created us on purpose,
for a purpose
And knows our names and our
faces
And cares enough to create
Things that we can see
But no, they argue
An accident, a coincidence
A meteor hitting the face of
the rock
That is now Earth
Because that is more believable
But no, they go on
If there was a “God” who was
“Good”
Why would there be
Pain and suffering
You people, you “Christians”
Have been persecuted and
killed
And mocked by science
Why would someone with that
power
Let someone like “Satan”
thrive
And let there be hurt
Over the hill, comes the
reply
There lies a land
Untouched by human eye
A land that we call
perfection
And we get there by Choice
Ah, they counter
But there is no such place
Science has proved nothing
of the sort
My friend, “science” has
been here
For just a handful of years
When God has dated back
Before the world began
Of course “science” hasn’t
proved anything
Yet
Do you really think that so many
would die
For something as absurd as
“God”
If He didn’t really exist
Do you really think it’s
easier to believe
That people give their lives
For something that “might”
be real
But in truth, is only an
illusion
Think outside the boundaries
Think outside of science
Think to the girl whose life
has
Shattered
A million shards stored in a
locket
Close to her heart
A hope that she can no
longer
Cling to
It is intangible
But it is there
And she hopes and she prays
For God to answer
But He doesn’t
At least not in the Voice
she expects
So you drop your hope
Prove that He doesn’t exist
Or doesn’t care
But really, you’ve just
looked
In all the wrong places
His answer isn’t a Word
It’s something harder to
prove wrong
It’s a real, tangible person
It’s just that you can’t see
her
Because God doesn’t do
“publicity”
Like your science does
Because He has nothing
greater than Himself
To prove wrong
–Megan
