Is it right that I pray to you
For forgiveness, for help, for love?
When I don’t carry your name on my lips like a preacher
And question your presence above
Maybe it’s the hope that I clutch
But I feel like when I reach for you, you hold my hand
Even if you can’t help, you understand
Is it right that I pray to you
When I don’t recite your words?
And I question the books that claim to hold your verse
The skill of mans disguise, to surpress for status
Means lack of faith has grown throughout the ages
As discovered truths uncover lies
That benefit the elite and sustain lower class divides
Is it right that I pray to you
When I feel this anger?
Is this what was intended of your creation?
Have you turned your back on us, or is it our own self-doing?
Is the blame on our hands for turning your Eden to ruin?
Is it right that I pray to you but never visit your home?
Is it right that I only ever pray to you when I’m alone?
I don’t know.
I always try to pray in thanks
Show appreciation for the good in my life
Practice a pure heart of morals
Learned from mistakes and strife
And every time I look love in the eye,
I pray with a grateful heart for you to make it last for life