Though I may be surrounded by faithful people

who know all their prayers & chants,

Though I may be under an impressive steeple

filled with candles & colored glass,

Though I may hear a priest read from the bible

His proud, His faithful, His blind recital,

I do not feel any closer to God.

 

I may sing songs proclaiming faith

& I have much faith I do, or

I may repeat the words I'm supposed to say,

& kneel on the ground or sit on a pew.

I may confess my sins through a prayer they teach

but these are not words from my own speech.

 

I may nod my head, I may eat the bread

I may do everything a Catholic should,

&yet I feel God in the street,

I can't get any closer to Him through a priest.

I feel Him when the sky is blue & more so when it's gray.

I see Him in everything good & bad

& I break down when I pray.

 

I don't feel God when I go to church

I may never know why,

But I see Him, I feel Him in the Earth

the second I step outside.