The one who searches.
Always finds.
Oh, the interminable researches.
And belief just comes in thin rinds.
After fifty years I am still searching.
And I’m not sure I really believe.
A God who made all this, it’s all too stretching.
Just one intelligence out there, do you really believe.
Search and you will find.
Knock and the door will be opened .
Please God if you are there, be kind.
Allow my childish faith to be reopened.
Haven’t I tried hard enough without cease .
For pity’s sake give me some peace.
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Knock and you will find
After years I’m still knocking
Give me the key please
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See Luke 11: 5-13