A young man, angry and inane
With blasphemous words of falling rain
I was angry with myself and angry with time
The words spoken, I can't believe where mine
I questioned God and I questioned me
Asking things of satan I didn't believe
Some things, I guess, are better left unsaid
Even now, asking forgiveness in my head
And glory devine, my sins he forgave
I thank him each day, for rising from the grave
For saving my soul and my family too
For God, is great, and can be for you too
I want to sing and shout your glorious name
For saving the soul of someone so inane
Thank you for all that you do, and all you are
And last, but not least, for watching from afar
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 