Call me weak or crazy for believing in God.
Where were you in my darkest hour?
Did you wipe away the constant tears?
Forgive my religiosity for believing in Him.
We humans barely have time–time for ourselves,
Or even our top five.
So I don’t blame you.
But I won’t tame,
what God is to me.
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