I hear I don’t know, you say you’re sure
I say where, you say everywhere
I feel nothing, you feel everything
The bitterness of loss flares on my tongue, you relish the taste of freedom
I hear voices, you hear the ringing of bells
Of redemption, of faithfulness
When I hide, it’s in the hole of confusion
When you need solace, you find it in your soul, just touching the surface of your beating heart
The blood pumping through your veins are clean and pure, washed away of sin
Mine, dirty and soiled, unfit in your home, unfit for entering the house of your lord
Oh God, oh God, your followers say you come in your mysterious ways, and I implore to see them
I strain my eyes, I look to the sky, wishing to have that same confidence, that same feeling as they do
Oh God, oh God, is your son baby Jesus? Did he come to save us from our sins? Did you raise him from the dead for him to only be disappointed in the human race?
There are good men, but there is such evil
Pillaging of the hearts, stealings of the souls
When did this world become so, so cold?
They throw the dirty socks at us, laughing so
…..Oh the devil may not be real, but isn’t that what we’ve been told?
Christiana Noll is a junior. English and writing have been a passion of hers for years, and she plans on majoring in English in college. She has another piece published on the Troubadour called "Stuck in Utero."