Flawed Faith Poem by Johnny Eardley

Often when I am here,
Sat upon my pew,
I wonder if you existed,
If you were really true,
Its when times are bad,
That my faith is on the floor,
And yet at these troubled times,
I talk to you more and more,
Yet when things are going good,
And my faith is feeling fine,
I seem to ignore you,
Our talks see no time,
So i wanted to say,
I'm thankfull for what I receive,
And although I dont always show it,
I really do believe.