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An Armchair Theologian
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The Everyday Battle I believe! I Believe! Lord, help my unbelief
I believe, I believe, my constant motif
I believe but don't grow
And my faith doesn't show
Because I can't be bothered to “do”
I know faith is given, not earned
Yet here I sit unconcerned
I'm given to resting
When I should be testing
To see that my faith is real
“You shall know them by their fruits”
But seeds planted on stones don't have roots
My apathy grows
So nobody knows
That I don't follow what I believe
The path down below is a slope
So gradual and smooth that you hope
It stays just the same
Like a current so tame
But leads to a waterfall
I'm not living, or learning
I'm sitting and burning
Lord I want to live
But not if I give
My time or my life
My comfort for strife
Is there an easier way?
You said believe and I shall be clean
Believe, and come home again
But how can I start
If only my heart
Wasn't an armchair theologian
Been there, done that,
Been there, done that, 2010-2019, years of turmoil, soul-starving, finally found the solution that works for me, and, since April 17, 2019, peace within. Plenty of storms and stress outside my soul, but only outside; they cannot get through the shelter of my faith to attack me any more. I hope your pilgrimage swerves into a joyous region.
Starward