I thought God to be dead.
I mourned the loss of his love for years.
No longer did I feel His Presence.
No longer did my friends lend their ears.
We have always given our praises to God.
We had always given our Christmas cheer.
Had joy in our hearts until a deafening silence
stirred up our worst of all fears.
They hated me - all must have hated me,
dwelling in my cozy, unfailing, blind love security.
And what was my crime?
I always agreed.