Where Do All Our Prayers Go?
Where do all our prayers go?
Who could believe in a silent being?
Who would sing his praises through their pain?
Who could believe in life after death?
Who could and not be considered insane?
Into a casket with no soul?
Why must we believe in the unbelievable?
Why must we face the ridicule of others?
Why were we given weak minds at birth?
Why does God separate us from our brothers?
Into our minds for our dreams to console?
How can one book written by men mean so much?
How can we accept words from so long ago?
How can we follow some laws and ignore others?
How can we believe when there was so much they did not know?
Into God’s hands until believers are made whole?
When will God’s true revelation be made known to me?
When will I meet one person who can show me how to pray?
When will he stop sending his mercenaries who do not understand?
When will God accept me because he made me this way?