It’s not that I’ve left faith behind
I’ve simply cleared my space to find
That I’ve no room for doctrine’s press
Or creeds that cause my mind to stress
‘Bout whether I belong or not
I can’t abide that kind of thought
To me the Spirit’s ever-near
To anyone with ears to hear
Without regard to mosque or mountain
Church or temple, Spirit’s fountain
Waters any willing ground
In whom desire for truth is found
Even those that don’t believe
Can the blessedness receive
God only needs a gentle heart
Willing to do its own part
To make this world a better place
Regardless of the worship space
Now there are those who’d call me lost
A heathen, desperate doubter tossed
Among the waves of modern times
Dressing heresy in rhymes
And that’s just fine, think what you might
I’m only trying to spread light
And love and life as I know how
The rest just doesn’t matter now
But I must say before I go
God’s more than what we think we know.
