I feel your love through my grandma’s smile, I feel your love through my father’s wisdom,
through the comforting embrace of all my loved ones’ arms.
I see You in the courage that You give to my family.
I know You’re there…
Because I could hear You speak in my veins, and after it rains, I know that You leave
Your signature across the sky.
And that for every sunset, You always promise me a sunrise.
But even during the night, when I’m left alone in the dark
and I look at the stars, it leaves me to believe even more,
that when I’m looking up, You’re looking down,
That You watch over me, especially when I search
for You behind those constellations.
I know You’re there…
But some people may not feel the same way.
See, they understand Your existence, They come to You with these vain requests,
not believing in the truth behind Your work.
They don’t take You seriously.
You could find Your wisdom collecting dust underneath their beds,
because they could care less about Your opinion.
They give no importance to You at all.
And even if they know You’re looking down, they’d rather look straight ahead,
unable to see the more important things surrounding them,
let alone above them.
Because this world got them so tunnel vision that the light they see at the end of the
tunnel is the shine that comes from gold, jewelry,
and expensive cars, or the firework of flashes that belong to
industries of leeches that don’t care about them, but only care
about their talent.
Why do they waste all of their energy for things of this world,
when this world is
temporary.
They’d rather gamble on their lives For a future that’s never guaranteed,
than investing in your promises.
if doubt was a literal sickness, then I would cure them by injecting all sixty-six
of your books into their system, so they could believe.
But, there are those even harder to convince.
Those who cripple my soul, and leave gashes across my already bleeding heart.
Those who look down, but not the same way as You do,
how You care for us from a distance.
Those who look down, on those who look up.
Their egos, are fueled by our broken spirits.
Our beliefs are belittled by these men, who put their faith in ideas based on assumptions,
who pray to numbers for answers, who worship men who’ve walked on the moon,
when You’re the one who created men, and the moon,
along with the universe with it.
How could they believe everything started at one instant by chance?
I mean, how could they believe everything was put into place
by accident, and we are all just a walking coincidence.
For every sculpture, there’s a sculptor.
For every artwork, there’s an artist.
Why not give credit where credit is due?
Their stubbornness will be their Achilles heel.
And they’ll be caught unprepared, thinking they’ll receive a gift by the end
of this world, when it’ll just be their Trojan horse downfall.
But, honestly,
I’m not even upset.
If anything,
I’m sympathetic, I wish they’d believe, but they still want
evidence in Your existence.
So, I’ve come to understand that people learn to accept things that meet
at least two of their five senses.
So if one asks me, “How do you know He’s there?”
I’ll tell ‘em….
I feel His love through my grandma’s smile
I hear Him in my father’s wisdom.
I feel Him in the comforting embrace of all my love ones’ arms.
I know that He’s the one who provided courage to my little cousin.
I know He’s there.
Because I could hear Him speak in my veins.
Every time my heart beats, it reminds me that He gift wraps my every breath.
And after it rains, you could see him upholding His colorful promise across the sky.
And that even if the good things in our lives sunset,
there would always be a sunrise.
But even during the night, when you’re left alone in the dark,
just look at the stars.
That alone should already be enough.
So then believe, whenever you’re looking up,
He’ll be looking down.
You’ll know He’s there.
And He’s been so good to me, when I, myself, am not good enough
And there are days when I’m too ashamed to even look at my own reflection,
knowing that He created us in His image.
And when the time comes, I’m finally able to meet the one who’s
known me my entire life,
I’ll tell Him…
I’ll tell him, thank you.
And I know this humble gesture of appreciation could never, ever repay the almighty kindness.
He spared me.
But at least there, I’ll have until forever
to figure something out
Thank you.