The God in which you trust,
Is not the God in which I trust.
There are subtle similarities
In which you would like to play upon,
But the God in which you trust,
Is not the one that makes me whole.
The God in which you trust,
Holds me prisoner of my own mind
Stalking me with hate and the purity
In the fires of a Hell that damns
All aspects of me -
The God in which I trust
Made me just the way I am
Loves me for the things in which I know
And the things in which I love.
Accepts me for the traits
In which sometimes, I don't believe myself
The God in which I trust, does not hold
A string of demons at my feet, leashed
And ready to rip my heart apart.
The God in which I trust,
Holds me with loving arms, and mercy
In His heart.
He covers me with warmth and grace
That has no bounds or conditions.
The God in which you trust,
Binds me by the sparks of hate
And keeps me locked in a cage of intolerance
Holding a raging inferno of winds
And sands that blind me from the truth
The God in which you trust,
Is not the God in which I trust.