Happy Easter

I’M FOOLISH TO BELIEVE

I tell myself I’m foolish to believe
That life exists beyond the here and now.
Each breath’s a thread spun for the shroud I weave.

My life, a funeral rite. I don’t know how
To live this life not knowing if it’s true
That life exists beyond the here and now.

And yet if God appeared, what would I do?
Believe or doubt? It’s easier to choose
To live this life not knowing. If it’s true

That we are bits of godstuff, can we lose
Our souls for challenging the light?
Believe or doubt. It’s easier to choose

When left alone again to face the night.
In silent agony we crucify
Our souls for challenging the light.

Eternal God who lives in us to die
In silent agony we crucify.
I tell myself I’m foolish to believe.
Each breath’s a thread spun for the shroud I weave.

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