My Path Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A whisper in my soul,
Does faith need one whole scroll?
I see the Christ so bright,
His words, a guiding light.

But stories woven deep,
Secrets the ages keep.
Are all the tales of old,
Pure truth, a story told?

If doubt begins to bloom,
In God's vast, silent room,
Does that make me astray,
On a forbidden way?

I feel the love so true,
In what I know is You.
But questions softly rise,
Beneath the starry skies.

Is finding my own peace,
A faith that will not cease,
The path I'm meant to tread,
With an unburdened head?