What has happened to the days of truth?

When one could trust their neighbor, their family, a friend 

Everywhere I look trying to see through the mist, the fog that hides our true intentions 

Mind racing I look to those I trust, but I am alone

The fog, the mist, it has many names: doubt, disbelief, lonliness, fear 

All that matters is it's suffocating, taunting me to give into the doubt

The doubt that I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, and that my friends are truly my friends 

But as I sit there scared, I realize I’m not alone because I have a friend 

A friend in Jesus, in God 

Never has he left my side because he is my truth, my rock as I fall

For when all trust him to guide us through the mist, we will see each other and praise him as neighbors, as friends, as a true family of Christ 

That is the truth