I walked in confusion,
searched without eyes to see;
very lonely mission,
my journey to be free.
I followed others footsteps,
all a different size;
unable to walk their path,
so many failing tries.
Their faith appeared so true.
What was wrong with me?
Was I meant to walk alone,
life of misery.
I've read the bible several times
all seemed so unclear,
so many different views
filled me with despair.
One night I sat in quiet
gazing upon the sky,
asking questions to myself,
Who are you and who am I?
In stillness, I felt a peace
I had never known,
quiet whisper softly said;
you are not alone.
Where you stand at this moment,
determines what you view;
there are many different versions,
there is only one you.
To find the answer to your question,
who created earth;
deep within your being,
is the answer to man's birth.
One tree has many branches,
not one is quite the same;
different pieces of one,
from which they all came.
All going in different directions;
what you can't see,
is the root of all creation,
through you, you find me.
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