In the sanctuary, voices rise,
Seeking answers 'neath the starlit skies.
But as faith clings in the dead of night,
Doubt's whispers echo, casting shadows bright.
If God is mighty, why does suffering reign?
Is He compassionate, or does He disdain?
If He can but chooses not, why do we call Him good?
Or perhaps there's no divinity at all.
We won't bow to an unseen throne,
Nor follow blindly paths unknown.
For goodness lies within our grasp,
Not in the chains of an ancient clasp.
Do we need a deity to be kind,
Or can we follow the compass of our mind?
In the shadows of faith, doubt looms tall,
And we ponder, does God exist at all?
In the whispers of the night, doubts arise,
Challenging beliefs, questioning the skies.
Yet in this quest for truth, we find our way,
To shape our destiny, come what may.
For if God's omnipotent, yet suffering persists,
Is He benevolent, or do we merely exist?
If prayers go unanswered, in the depths of despair,
Is faith a beacon, or merely thin air?
We won't be bound by tales of old,
Or fear of mysteries yet untold.
For the path to righteousness, we'll chart anew,
In the deeds we do, in the love we pursue.