I With My Choice

Who are you? yelled the boy to the heavens above

Are you someone to fear? Are you someone to love?

Are you here when I need someone near to take heed?

Do you hear when my tears call for you to take lead?

Do you look down on me, do you see what I do?

Do you take it for granted that I think of you?

Does my path cross with yours, are they one and the same?

Do you watch all my actions and whisper my name?

Why must I answer all this on my own?

Why must I make all these choices alone?

All right then, I choose to see you here with me

I choose not to lose you in pain or in glee

I choose that my actions be guided by you

I choose to see you behind all that I do

I choose to deal straight on the path that you set

I choose to refuse the appeal to forget

In choosing these choices I give up my choice

I choose to obey your wordless voice

For myself I'll require that which you desire

I'll sift and search and dare not tire

I'll find that which your voice calls for

I know I've heard it here before

Your voice, your will, they're here in me

They guide me, though so quietly

Though you dwell in the heavens and time without end

Only I with my choice can cause you to descend

Religion is the belief that the world is governed by a Being who desires, and perhaps requires, our acknowledgment of His presence through action.