My Own Faith

All those years

It had to be

It had to be

When faith meant the faith of my father

And yet

Still

You were real

You were with me

We dreamt together

But You broke the box of those dreams

Telling me You weren’t bound to them

Inviting me, “Trust Me, trust Me.”

You broke the box 

Destroyed my dreams

Deconstructed

Undid everything

So I could understand who You are

And who I am

All the while I kept saying,

“It has to be

It has to be

True”

Now the box doesn’t exist

And it’s open fields

I walk where there’s no path

Unafraid

Without hesitation

Singing unabandoned

Fully trusting

It is true

It is true

For now

For always