This morning i was leading God's children in songs of praise. Now i'm a refugee fleeing the television's blare.
This morning i knew my place, i had a home, i fit. Now i'm stranger in a strange land.
This morning i knew my hope. Now i'm staring down the barrel of another week and wondering how i'll make it through.
This morning i was in a family of believers. Now doubters and mockers will be my constant companions.
This morning my purpose was clear. Now doubt even creeps into me.
This morning the world made sense. Now it's dark.
Belief isn't the problem. Living the belief is.