I thought that he'd believe
though of God he would not speak.
I thought with God he'd stand,
though he'd miss him every week.
I thought that God'd be real
to the man I learned to love.
I thought that he'd see reason
that there's a creator up above.
I thought I'd always knew.
I'd had my suspicions anyway.
I thought that knowledge beforehand
would've stopped truth from darkening my day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable piece; I understand your reason for hurting; it's certainly not easy; although I was raised within the church, I too have family members that have stepped away from God. -Joe Breunig Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory