Warning: Self-indulgent poetry ahead.
In sin wandering in the pasteur forever just to roam
I couldn’t possibly be lost since I had no true home
A sheep on it’s own that didn’t believe in a shepherd
The thought of a creator in this rational age, absurd
I saw the world as both beautiful and wondrous
Saw it’s cause as mind-numbing randomness and chaos
This I knew to be a strangely curious disconnect
But that there could be a God I did totally reject
Self-sufficient I was and yet knowing I was not
Read more books on atheism and against you I fought
I denied you, ignored you, and renounced you again
Then a dark blurry shape appeared on my horizon
An eternal loving creator, what if it was true
No it just couldn’t be, back to my books I flew
You still came anyway, picked me up and lifted me
Onto your shoulders, a new view with faith to see
I was lost deep in my philosophy and totally astray
You left the other ninety-nine to show me the way
It is true I refused to see and was totally blind
Help me to love you with all my heart, soul, and mind
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Beautiful, man.