In and out of worship we go,
Sometimes our faith does ebb and flow.
We seek to find a higher power,
But doubt can darken like a shower.
In moments of great joy or pain,
We turn to God, our fears to tame.
But when life's blessings overflow,
Our gratitude can quickly go.
We may find solace in routine,
The steady beat of prayers we glean.
Yet other times we crave surprise,
A burst of faith to shake our guise.
We come together, join in song,
And yet we often feel alone.
For all our rituals and our rites,
Our doubts and fears persist in sight.
But still we seek to touch the divine,
To glimpse a truth that's hard to find.
In and out of worship we'll roam,
Hoping one day to find our home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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