Sometimes

Sometimes I question you.
and wonder whether you're listening
I can't see you, or touch you, or even feel you
So how do I know if your really there?

Sometimes I get mad at you
When I see bad things happen to good people.
I wonder why you wouldn't save them.
It makes me wonder if your real

Sometimes when I pray to you
I can sense that your with me
Watching over me as  your child.
Blessing me with your grace.

Sometimes when I can see you clearly,
When I see little babies or kind smiles.
Generous people and the beauty of nature
It makes me believe with my whole heart.

Sometimes my questions about you don't matter
Even though there are never definite answers.
I have faith in your love.
Forgive me, God, for ever questioning you.