When my belief is deluged
Why don’t I stop believing Him
When mother’s eyes bathe in the river of tears
Grief breaks the heart as the beloved depart
And He provides no solace
Offers no escape invoking His grace
And I for once more start believing
He is just a figment of my imagination
A dumb conjuring of my helpless mind
And the only belief I should hold onto
Is never having a belief in Him.
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