| God came down and it asked me, «Are you trusting?»
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| And I didn’t know what to say.
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| I cannot decide!
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| Lead 'cause it’s what they want,
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| And it’s what they need.
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| But for me it’s not.
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| All and all I want to trust that we are not alone.
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| Comfort in believing
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| Guiding hands are leading.
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| Overly skeptic, I’m isolated.
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| I’ll never prove it so it seems.
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| Crosses for freedom.
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| Suffocate syndrome.
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| God showed up to tell me what it thought
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| «And even if you don’t believe, there are those who still need me.»
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| I reply, «The safety of your name
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| Isn’t something I deny, but I may not feel the same.»
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| Then silence set.
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| We are the people that cannot be trusted to
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| Lead, like we want, like we need.
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| But for me it’s about whether I can
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| Agree that the skies are watching.
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| Eyes up above always judging.
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| Telling me its thoughts
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| «And even if you don’t believe, there are those who still need me.»
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| I reply, «The safety of your name
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| Isn’t something I deny, but I may not feel the same.»
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| As we have the conversation.
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| I express my indecision.
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| Living now instead of living for an afterlife.
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| Crosses for freedom.
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| Suffocate syndrome.
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| Crosses now freed
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| Of the suffocating syndrome. |