Not only for the atheist who really thinks we’re all alone
But for the theist too who actually lives like they sit on the throne
For either one who thinks that God is dead…or at least worthy to ignore-
These are the questions that would haunt me when once my heart was just like yours:
Where will you turn when your future’s in doubt?
On whom will you call on when life’s bottom drops out?
What, beside you, is going to anchor your soul
When you reach the conclusion…that you’re not in control?
What ground do you stand on in the midst of the storm
When the hardships keep coming and turn into the norm?
When nothing else will sustain, what sustains you inside
When life just won’t let up and sends you tide after tide?
Does it disturb you, lying still and awake
That this life never follows the neat plans that you make?
Have you felt the weight when you pause there and feel
The uncertainty constant, so daunting and real?
What person, or substance, or lacking invention
Serves as distraction when He wants your attention?
Is life always busy? And your schedule always filled
Because these questions nag you when you pause to be still?
Does your heart give a tug now and then asking “Why?”
Do you question an existence where you live…just to die?
Is death all that there is? Take up space and expire?
There’s no plan or a reason? Our hearts are just liars?
Where is your comfort when you stare at death’s date
With just a guess of what happens regarding your fate?
Is Plan A and Plan B when you at last close your eyes
To just simply hope your soul is nicely surprised?
When that news finally comes and its prognosis is slim
When no family or friend can sooth the sorrow within
If you’ve spent a lifetime like this life’s all there is
Is yours ending what it takes to finally welcome in His?
For what will you cling to when just seconds are left
And all you possess is a countdown of breaths?
With a gamble this great, have you thought with some fright:
Just what if I’m wrong?…And just what if they’re right?
What if an almighty God who made all this exists?
Or there’s something about life…that you just seemed to miss?
Could it be that He’s willing to give you all that you lack
But you’re still responding…by turning your back?
Do you compare what’s to gain and just how much you might lose
When God’s open invitation you persist to refuse?
Have you gone all in with just trusting yourself?
If you think there’s a Heaven, you don’t think you’ll need help?
When you wager your soul, just how much is at stake?
How steep are the risks if you’ve made a mistake?
Say a lifetime I’ve wasted if I’ve ended up wrong
But if you are mistaken…your forever is gone
Do you dismiss with a laugh yet suspect with some dread
That Jesus might actually be all those things that He said?
And though you ignore it, does your heart give you clues
The most studied book in history might actually be true?
Have you taken the time to inspect it yourself?
Is your stance validated…or belong to someone else?
Can you say you’re an expert in why the Bible’s so wrong
Or is it just propaganda that you’ve heard all along?
Is your rejection of God of intellectual root
Or the fear of liability that brings forth this fruit?
Does the idea of a Maker make your heart turn and toss
Because when it really comes down to it…you need to be boss?
Does the thought of omniscience bring you comfort and rest?
Or does a God who sees all make you…nervous at best?
Does this make you reject Him so you can live how you want?
Do you embrace this rebellion? This revolt do you flaunt?
What in all of this earth, in it skies or its oceans
Is more erratic and fickle than our human emotions?
Is there not an objective, set compass to trust
That through all life’s lessons can lead and guide us?
Or is this your North Star? Life’s relative guide?
The shifting of sand of how you feel inside?
Do you deem absolute truth as old fashioned and dead
Because a brief, fleeting culture put that thought in your head?
Who endowed you with sense of what’s evil and good
And that innate awareness to do as you should?
Where did conscious come from, and right versus wrong
If we evolved with the “purpose” just to survive all along?
Explain beauty, the abstract, hope, love, and dreams
When “survival of the fittest” is all we’re taught that we mean
Things like conviction, nostalgia, or the honor of our word
In a random existence…seem kind of absurd
And your origin and end is devoid of any scheme
But somehow you have purpose for the life in between?
What sparks life to continue and for years run its course
Independent since birth of an energy source?
When you gaze towards the mountains or an ocean sunrise
Who do you praise when beauty lights up your eyes?
Who do you thank? Chaos and chance?
A fortuitous blend of accidental circumstance?
Can you stare at the heavens and really say this is it?
Does existing by fluke in your heart actually fit?
Do you explore, sing, reflect, contemplate, and rhyme?
Do you reject the Designer, but still love the design?
Those times you lie silent, reflective in bed
Do some of these questions raise doubts in your head?
Does contentment allude you? Do you know it within?
Is the chance He could give it not enough to give in?
Can you sense a discernment that you willingly hide
That you’re running from something you were born with inside?
Do you find it exhausting to put up this fight
As if restlessness chases you night after night?
Are you tired of running? Is this finally the time
To stop explaining heart matters with the matters of mind?
Take it from me; by grace I know best:
The heart has to yield first, then the mind opens next
If you’re searching for peace or it seems purpose died
The only One who can grant them wants an invite inside
Believe me, I know it; I once stood in your shoes
Then the brink of all brokenness said “What’s there to lose?”
Once my mind was the highest and I knew what was best
He withheld all the proof so I withheld my chest
I even laughed and I mocked and I put on the show
I doubted in secret all the Truth I now know
But He showed there were answers to the questions above
When He replaced my fear with His wonderful love
Now I know that those questions He placed in my heart
To lead me to discovery and to serve as its spark
So embrace more than a life that’s a random mistake
See a purpose, a calling, and a reason to wake
See the order, the structure, the beauty, design
See the poem of this life and the way that it rhymes
And know you have purpose; please understand!
Know you’re worth dying for as part of His plan
Know that you are known and so treasured above
Know that you’re longed for and know you are LOVED
by Luke Myers
Song: “Am I” by Gungor
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