Spiritual Poetry posted October 22, 2024

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I can only believe when I have proof

Why Do I Believe?

by Daniel Milton Taylor

As a child many adults told me tales they said were true

I believed in those adults, but not the tales without proof

I'd play along with the tale if it gave me something I wanted

Like the joy of a good scare from a house said to be haunted

From one tale I received toys and candy at the end of every year

Another gave out money for gum space once full, but now clear

There's the bunny story, which involved hunting, chocolate and eggs

I really enjoyed eating chocolate and using the quickness of my legs

My most heard childhood story was about the God who lived up in the sky

It said that He created the Heavens, the Earth and everything that was alive

My childhood curiosity led me on a quest to find proof of these tales

I found the adult lie about all, but the one they held on to without fail

Until my teen years I couldn't find proof that the God tale was real

So, I chose to stand on my truth and before that God, not to kneel

At the age of thirty-one I heard teaching that was so new to me

About the power in the Name of Jesus that is above all you see

I now was faced with a choice about all I honestly held true

To test this new teaching and challenging it to give me proof

So, I prayed in the Name of Jesus, something I'd never done in my entire life

I asked this God of the Bible, "If You exist, show me in a way that I would believe"

I didn't tell anyone that I prayed, not even my future wife

Because if God was real, all powerful and all knowing, my prayer He would receive

In three months, I received an answer to the prayer that I sincerely sent up to the sky

It proved that God is real, without a shadow of a doubt to my atheist mind

He waited for me all those years to just give Him one more try

I'm so eternally grateful to God because when I die, I will not be left behind

I could now thankfully tell my mother the opposite of what I told her as a teen

I believe in the God she believes in, the one she had me pray to as a child

I'm so grateful she lived to see that day and receive the joy that it would bring

Her son was now safely in God's hands and no longer dangerously out in the wild

Since the day of my open confession, that I believe in God and now willingly serve

I seek to do anything He ask of me, without question of Why, Why now or Why me?

Now, I won't lie and say all I do for Him hasn't come with no temptation to sway or swerve

Throughout all of the many great challenges, my faith has been deeply rooted like a tree

With all of the twists and curves