Waves of doubt.
Saling through,
waves of light.
could it to be true .

Diamonds of white,
beautiful the light.

Through the waves of blood,
in the name of God.
At the flood gate,
trust evaporate.

The horrors that carried out,
in the name of christ.
Impossible to wipe clean,
covering the sheen.

A heart so hard to find,
lack of empathy, blind.

I know history is a bypass,
still
just dark enough covering the glass
of spiritual lens,
wich I am
trying to cleanse.
No luck
I'm stuck
in
disbelief.

Stains to deep,
hill to steep.

Always this scientific mind,
trying hard to find,
reasons
for
treasons.

Reason to overflow 
the doubt that grow.

Questions I ask:
can he be seen?
-no.
But what does that meen?
How can you believe what you
cant see?
- well, my child. That is faith, you see.

Can you touch and feel?
- No my child, but your mind
it will heal.

But how do you know that
God is really the one healing you?
- No my child. I don't. But I believe.

But then you don't know 
that God is real do you?
-My child, you can't come 
back no more if you keep
asking these questions.
You might stear the others
from belief.

But then it's because 
they can't touch and see
and feel. Isn't it?

Silence fell deep,
down that steep
hill of disbelief.