I'm
not a great religion believer
I
think it acts as a truth deceiver
But
if people find comfort in faiths
I
cannot knock where trust is placed
I've
been to church for midnight mass
It
isn't made up of greener grass
It
wont release me of my sin
But
humbly and quietly let's me in
Although
I struggle with the subject
I
enjoy the pace and time to reflect
They
were once the communal groundings
Now
they are just amazing surroundings
In
my head nice words I'll be saying
I
guess that’s just my way of praying
If
just for a minute you think of other people
Then
its worth its weight from pew to steeple
These
beautiful buildings that give people peace
That
allow us time to react and release
Are
even more special at this time of year
To
think of those who are no longer here
There's
no other reason that I come
But
midnight mass means a lot to my Mum
Personal
beliefs, which I'm sure you can handle
So
take time, drop in, and light a candle
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