Where is my God

I used to think that I was alone

I used to think that the ground would crumble beneath me

God, I would hear

I didn't think that he cared

I didn't know he was hear

God, I would here

I knew so many things but belief was hard

To think you are a part of something bigger than yourself? 

I was sacred 


I fianlly knew

I knew that holding on to the pain would make me hurt 

I let go

I believed 


He is here

Breathing through me

Giving me life

Making me who I am

Making me happy

He'll show you the door but it's your choice to go through

My door to belief was always open 

But I never went through


He is here

He is with me

He is with you

He is that He is


He exists

He's always been with me


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