I'm not usually into this kind of thing, but was moved to write this questioning of faith.

The Light Of Heaven

I don't know where to go for the light in heaven
I'm waiting for someone to show me the light in heaven
I'm looking for some spiritual releif
Because there's happenings here on earth beyond beleif.
And I hope that you can feel our grief, up there in heaven

I can say, I've lost my way, to the path to heaven
I'm cut astray, drifting away, from the path to heaven.
I'm trying very, very hard to understand
But for the life of me I cannot see the plan
So I await an explanation from the man, up there in heaven.

(Bridge)
Images assaulting on my mind
But there's no sanctuary here that I can find
I'm almost wishing that I'd lost the sense of sight
Because the TV hypnotises me each night

My faith's not gone, just held in scorn, my dream of heaven.
I'll hold on, and feel the thorns in my dream of heaven
I know the way is written in the book
But my eyes are filled with tears and I can't look
And I hope that your foundations shook, up there in heaven.

My thanks for reading this.
Calach (Edinburgh).