Why - Poem by mike hayes
Why is it we cant stand behind our beliefs any more?
Why cant we believe in god?
Why do we have to believe in someone powerful?
Why do we have to ask oprah what to do?
Why do we insist we are our own creators that there is no god?
Why do we tell ourselfs there is no god im am god when we arent?
Why do i have to arguee my point i know im right?
When are we going to believe christ paid the way?
3 nails +1 cross = 4given
Why dont we trust him any more?
Why do we deny him in a crowd?
What is our problem with christ?
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