Maybe I’m Alright...

It washes over me 

in an overwhelming need to cling to all the flaws we are 

Would it do me well

to deny my own uncertainties for a temperate heart?

or maybe I’m alright...

When it all comes down,

Is the faith I built my world around my own cross to bear?

Do I question now 

every answer ever offered out of my own childish fear?

Maybe I’m alright

Maybe I’m alright 

Can I be free again - if I’ve never been?

Can I find comfort in my faith the way my father did? 

Can I believe again - if I never did?

Can I find confidence in grace despite my faithlessness?

There was a moment once when it all made sense 

I felt that everything was pure and I was innocent 

I’m scared of speaking this, but I’m not convinced

That it was faith and not simply the trust of youthfulness 

As it wraps me in its arms I float away 

For a moment held in time, I find a calm and sacred place

and as it covers me in light I feel ashamed 

That I was ever prone to doubting all the promises you’d made 

or Maybe I’m alright

Maybe I’m alright 

Maybe I’m alright

Maybe I’m alright...