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 you're real.

Sometimes when I pray to you,
I can sense that you are there 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.