Standing here on the dock clenching the ticket of salvation knowing not what to do having a little education not enough to do what I want to this certain treasure tucked away in my heart wondering, is this the best that I got? The truth haunting me with unexplained questions the more I know, the less I understand Oh why lord, does it have to be this way with my faith and dignity? Show me the way, and the light put in my hands the proof for my ignorant world standing on this dock I can't see the boat or maybe I was suppose to swim
Reason for writing:
I wrote this after a long discussion with a group of friends and classmates
about what was the afterlife. Our group was a mix of christians, islam, and others
that I am unsure of. We were all searching for the answer, and waiting for one to
surface. I, like a few others, was a bit timid. I think now, if I could change it,
I would like to have been an active part of the meat of the conversation. That is where
I just have to take the plunge.
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