Most of my life I had believed,
Believed in the Christian way,
The way of Christ.
Said to be Christ Our Lord,
The Saviour of Our World,
Son of God.
But where was He?
Where was He when my wife was ill?
Struck down with dementia!
All her life she had sung His praises,
Always there for Him,
But He was not there for her,
Or for me!
I looked after her
Often praying to my Christian God,
But nothing happened.
Each day she got worse
Until that time,
That time when I could not help her,
Help her any more,
So to a Care Home she went.
I was so sad,
So guilty,
But it had to happen,
Or I would also be there.
My Faith had become strained,
My Spirit was still there,
But not the spirit of the christian church,
My christian faith failed completely.
Then came that day,
That day at Church when I stopped,
Stopped praising Jesus,
Jesus as the son of god.
Yes Jesus was a good man
But not the saviour
Believed by the christian church.
That day changed my life,
It was like a weight had been shed,
Shed from by body.
All was well within me,
My own life had returned,
My Spirit was with me
And always will be.
But the ways of the christian church have left me
And relief pervades my body,
My body and mind.