My Test Of Faith Poem by You... don't... want me...

Is God there?
Watching over me?
How do you tell?
With nothing to see

Is it faith or false hopes?
That makes me believe
That god will protect me
And never leave

I do not know,
What is wrong and right?
Or if he is there watching
Over me throughout the night

But when I’m alone
Afraid and scared
I still turn to him
As if he is there

Dose that make me a liar
When I say I do not know
If he is real or not because,
I really do not know

How do I know?
What if I’m wrong?
Will the devil
Sing me peaceful songs

But then I say what kind
Of god would let rape and
Murder be apart of our world
How is that a kind, caring man?

Not long after this I decided there was a god, but he did not control mankind, instead and sat and watched lending a helping hand only in the rarest of occasions, letting humans discover, survive and even commit crimes without any help or hindrance. Just giving us the information and letting us decide what is right.