A personal matter, what you believe,
What is the fire in your furnace,
And why keep it a secret, if you think you’re right.
Perhaps, you’re afraid that you think the wrong thoughts.
Perhaps, you’re prejudiced and say the wrong words.
Maybe you talk, about that which you don’t understand.
Maybe, you don’t really know what you believe.
It’s okay, but you shouldn’t be ashamed.
Where does the good go? It isn’t for reward,
It’s because you believe in a God who is the word ‘good.’
People aren’t good, don’t you see the news?
Sin and badness is within us — from Adam innate.
Even when we try, the good isn’t always good.
It’s hard to explain, but I won’t keep quiet,
Why should I keep my faith locked up, when others could benefit?
Good deeds have no reward, but they make you feel good.
They are needed in a world where many things are wrong.
And are to be done because it is for the moral good to do.
Also because it was commanded by God to be good neighbours.
You may not believe in a heaven.
Good deeds won’t get you there, but faith could be the cure.
Didn’t you ever wonder where the good came from,
Don’t twist what is truly good, evil is simply good twisted.
Don’t tell me faith is personal and should be hidden.
That’s like being caught in the darkest deepest blackest hole,
And having a candle that could light the way out,
But never lighting it because that candle is ‘personally yours,’
Someone else might find your light, and benefit from its glow,
I share my faith, because my light could lead others home.
So, where is your light, when your candle isn’t lit.
You’ll never find your way out of prison walking in black pitch.
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