~Sometimes~

Sometimes I question you,
And wonder whether you're listening.
I can't see you, or touch you, or even feel you,
So how do I know if you're really threre?

Sometimes I get mad at you,
When I see bad things happen to good people.
I wonder why you wouldn't save them.
It makes me wonder of you're real.

Sometimes when I pray to you,
I can sense that you are there with me,
Wathcing over me as your child
Blessing me with your grace.

Sometimes when I can see you clearly,
When I see little babies or kind smiles,
Generous people and the beauty of nature,
It make me believe with my whole heart.

Sometimes my question about you don't matter,
Even through there are never definite answers.
I have faith in your love.
Forgive me, God, for ever questioning you.