So where were you
During all the bullshit I was going through
Was I supposed to withstand it without your helping hand
Its makes it hard to understand
If God is supposed to be everywhere and never give me more then I can bear
How come I feel hopelessly overwhelmed and abandoned
I understand it
Your presence is destined to be respected and not taken for granted
But please understand that I feel neglected
I've read the "Footprints" story and I get the message
I know youre not always there when I call but youre on time
I get it
So what is it then that still makes me feel like a skeptik
The phrase "Dont believe the hype" makes more and more sense when

I see the people who fill your churches on Sundays for worship after a week
of sin askin for your forgiveness
Im certain the Reverand is using the tides to keep up on his rent and
lights
The Father's taking alter In The Back, making them call him Daddy
The preacher's sending the collection plate around to pay for his
powder blue Caddy
And through all this I'm expected to respect this; have faith in this
Sadly I see it for what it truely is
Just a badly assembles mass that resembles your path in shambles
Corrupted by a pastor who's like the master to the slaves of The Lord
Picking his cotton; they have forgotten that the path to The Lord is through
your heart and not following a man
Who sins like he doesnt want to go to heaven or like his spot is guaranteed
because he's the Reverand
But thats not why Im feeling like you dont exist
I cant blame the actions of others for my being half Athiest
Truth is... I've been through some shit! (Please excuse my language
Lord, Im simply telling it like it is)
During my roughest times there was just one set of footprints on the ground
And I felt like was carrying you around; like you weighed me down
They said "God will help you through it"
And I felt bad because I didnt believe that you would do it
I felt like I delt with this shit on my own and was supposed to thank you
though I did it alone
"God gave you the strength"
No, I had that inside all along; the mental clarity to see that its wrong to
take a life even if it is your own
"God gave you the courage"
No, In trouble I laid atop my bed and prayed for him to take me away or to
make it easier for me to face the day without a tear stained face
"God gave you that day"
Ok
I thought that was Mother Natures line of business
They cant be the same entity because that bitch doesnt listen; she's
real inconsistent
But then again maybe she's always on time like you
Do you feel my pain God
When you send rain drops to my roof to soothe the sound of my private cries

Are you trying to tell me that you cry too
When it rains it pours, so maybe you actually do
Sometimes the silence makes it hard to notice your presence
God, if this is Hell, why On Earth would you pay me a visit
Dont you get it
I dont understand this mass hysteria
When you die, they put you in the ground and bury ya
And go on
Why cant we accept its over when the dirt is thrown on
Why do we have to believe in something few people say theyve seen (and in
some instances even claimed to be)
So someone says theyre your son and the world speaks of them crazily
Yet they say they still believe
Because of a Good Book written by men who might be just as crazy
Since everyone else doesnt see past the crap, I guess I must be wrong
But maybe everyone else believes because theyre scared to be wrong
Maybe faith is just a word used for credibility
Since your existance holds no evidence they need some validity
Believe me, I try and see and understand religion, but I dont get how people
can speak of Gods wishes without a slight hint of suspicion
Is it really so wrong to question your existance
The proof like the truth shall set me free when I finally see this glorified
vision
Called Heaven
Thats when I'll know, at the end of my life, that all the pain and
suffering was only survived because of Gods will
And thats when Gods Will will suffice.
 
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