I did not want to be so different
I did not want to cause a mess
But I can’t stop my mind from thinking
That I can’t believe in just a guess
If God is Truth then what is Truth?
Is it Inconsistency?
Should He be real just because
The Bible makes good Fantasy?
It’s not that I don’t want Him there
If He is, He’s been good to me
But just because you *feel* He’s there
Can’t mean you *must* claim Him to be
In my youth, if I could choose
I would have chosen The Fantasy
So I could belong with everyone
And they’d be very good to me
But now I find it somewhat strange
That I am the different one
In this nation of believers
Against Common Sense, Faith has won
I would not choose to stop believing
If it had been up to me
But if God exists, I’m glad He’s decided
That I don’t deserve The Fantasy