Eyes of Innocence

Have you ever wondered why we live?

What is the purpose? We live we die.

We are bred to hunger, to bleed, to cry.

What is God's purpose to this design?

Is all this done for His amusement?

Is there a reason for it all?

Is there really a God up in heaven

who catches us when we fall?

I asked myself these very questions

while my faith gathered dust upon the shelf.

Until that fateful night in my room

when I first met God myself.

I was raised around faith,

I knew sin came at a price.

But I never really was into God

My faith was never sufficed.

I knew the Word and knew it well

I could quote you verse left and right.

But in the end when the Bible was closed,

I didn't have Christ in my sight.

I never drank or did drugs.

That was never really my thing.

Yet I was still lost in a dark world

without Jesus as my King.

So one night as I contemplated life

I got on my knees to pray.

Such a rare concurrency it was

that I knew not, the words to say.

I began to speak softly into the night

My palms pressed in prayer.

Seeking a God I did not know.

Asking, if He was really there.

I demanded Him to reveal Himself to me

That I may know, and worship Him at last.

I waited without patience

As time slipped by and passed.

Anger grew within my heart

God does not exist!

Tears of frustration flowed in my eyes

and praying hands clenched into fists.

I felt nothing in my prayers.

Not a tingle, not a touch, no joy filled tear.

Where is the God that saved my mother?

Where is the God that we fear?

I prayed and sought Him with more passion

Until my fists began to ache with strain.

I tried to find this Holy Ghost

But all I found was doubt and pain.

Nothing...

As my prayers came to an end

And my cries faded into the night

I arose disappointed and distraught

But as I wiped my eyes something came into my sight.

My little brother who shared my room

laid in his bed looking at me.

And in his eyes I saw something innocent...

Something before I did not see.

Stillness filled my mind

I stared in awe into His eyes.

What a fool is man!

When his Saviour he does deny!

How can I say there is no God

when He can create such a beautiful child like this?

Looking into his hazel eyes

I knew God had to exist!

I imagined how messed up his life would be

If he, like I, denied Christ as King.

We had no father to raise us strong,

So to God we had to cling.

At that moment I realized

How close I was to hell.

Living a life without a Saviour

For me, and my brother as well.

I had to be strong for Him and I.

And it was evident to me at last,

That God is here , alive and moving,

And He's coming back fast!

I met God himself that night

But not in the heavens above.

But in the eyes of an innocent child.

My brother whom I love.