There is no religion

Words and dogmas will always fall short 

Books can be burned


Used for selfish gain

Rituals designed by he who holds authority 

Only disguise your lack of knowledge 

No need to chant incessant sounds

Nor prostrate into various forms

Repeating syllables over and over won’t do

Even music falls short 

I can sing forever 

And dance in place

All this just a work out of the body

Can bleed out animal after animal 

On hand made idols 

Babble language, speak in tongues 

It all fails 

Before the one who gave it all 

Neither Church walls

Nor Mosque floors 

Monk postures 

Will suffice 

All that we can build crumbles 

All that we own isn’t ours 

When 10 out of 10 people die 

There’s only one escape 

One promise

Of which none other can make 

No other dogma can assure 

I will put my trust in him

Who gave to me and didn’t demand in return

For he loves me so 

Let all those around me depart 

Let them think me crazy 

Talk about me behind my back

It never stopped you before

I have hope in him 

When the darkness of life beckons you

Where will your hope be in?

Who will be your advocate?

I now have mine

For I stand redeemed in his blood