3 am in every good morning,
He wakes to open the Bible.
He sees through some chapters,
He puts it down on the table.
But never forget that it’s vital.
In the midday time,
He checks on the Quran,
For some more truths or some fables.
Was it really true that Cain had to kill Abel?
The more he reads,
The more he doubts.
To know the truth he pleads,
To God for help he shouts.
He turns on the radio,
Not too late in a good evening.
To hear The Grail message as audio,
And add more understanding to his reasoning.
Here the old man stands,
Lean as thin like a stick,
So I pay attention to hear the old man speaks:
Everyone says “mine is the truth…”
Even the Bible is divided,
So what is your proof?
You ask me whether I pray,
‘Cause you see me go astray.
You ask whether I fast,
‘Cause of the amount of loaves I pass.
About God my thoughts are vast,
‘Cause of the historical scripts,
I read in the past.
You ask whether I go to Church.
I attend no religious gathering,
But to find the Lord am in the search.
Why should I tell you I pray & fast?
I never forget what Jesus says,
“It’s between you and your God.”
So I pray to him in secret,
‘Cause he is divine and sacred.
For myself I choose no religion,
But I believe in Jesus,
And so I accept heaven as my region.
I hope in God to cut away my afflictions with scissors.
I feel am a burden to the world,
I’m tired so I rest my back on a wall.
Though I’m a sick man old,
But my brain still thinks fast and bold.