It is possible to think there is no God
In Whom to have faith; to Whom to pray
We are born and then returned to sod
For reasons no science so far can say
But why ascribe the mystery to a myth
If we lack understanding why contrive one
The mystery is well worth the living with
Why fantasize a truth, but realize none?
A Godly realization has to come
From the acceptance of a higher power
And the intangible place it is from
Profound enough to provide cause to cower
I pray to God because it seemed to me
If there were no such thing… there ought to be
There ought to be some power we can thank
For blessings from which we so benefit
There ought to be a presence to outrank
Pomposity that wisdom will outwit
There ought to be a comfort to be sought
In troubled times, a ray of hope to find
There is a mighty battle being fought
In order to enjoy some peace of mind
There ought to be somewhere faith can be placed
There ought to be a love to which to turn
A loving faith by which we are embraced
A teacher from Whom we can always learn
A God to show us everything is His
And just because there ought to be… there is