Where Is My Faith

You relax on a plane Even though you don't know who the pilot is, They pilot you through the storm of hail and rain As though your very life is hers or his. You relax in a ship Even though you don't know the Captain, You're excited for your quest or of your trip And you are not worried or a bit frighten. You relax on a bus Even though you don't know the driver, You are joyfully going to where you want or must You're excited to soon to be the arriver. Your faith is in a stranger That you don't know or have never met before, When it's in the forest it's with the park ranger You treat and see them with great grandeur. You preach that you relax in life spiritually knowing That God (which he is) is truly in control, Because, of him you preach your fears are never growing So, tell me why do you carry a gun to protect your body and soul. Randy L. McClave