Questions in My Head

Sitting here quietly with questions in my head
I know the answer to them already
But I keep asking them, over and over again.

It’s not that the questions are new
They’re the same ones I ask all the time
Just from a different point of view.

Thoughts of faith, so vague and fallow
Found shallow in the hearts of empty men
Where all meaning of faith has been lost.

Ponders of hope in a world confused,
Probing the heart that doesn’t exist,
In a humanity given up on hope at all.

Questions of love trying to be found,
Searching for it in a world of pain.
Love’s death met by hate and despair.

In a distance a voice quiet, whispers still.
Echoing out across the span of time
Pointing us to a true way of living at all

Faith, Hope, and Love, the greatest is love.
Found in a cross, redemption, and grace.
Suffering birthing hope for our questions.

So from this different point of view,
We ask the same questions again.
These questions have never been new.

Men have asked them over and over again.
Denying the Truth given them so long ago.
Sitting there quietly with questions in their head.