The Question of Belief

To believe or not to believe?
I believe that that has always been the question.
Ponderings about philosophy and religion
Have shaped every civilization.
So we ask, what do we believe?

Some of us believe in nothing,
An empty life I'd say;
Without anything to stand for,
They've fallen by the way.
They doubt for lack of evidence,
Of proof from up above;
But if there is no God,
From whence cometh our love?

But there are the rest of us,
I'd say the enlightened few
Who have found something to believe in,
Someone who's tried and true.
And I know my God is real
Ever present, ever there
And because I know He loves me
I have no need for fear.
Others argue that we're fools
Enslaved by our own thoughts;
But they can't expect to see the light,
When they're so clearly lost.
But there is liberty in His presence
Every heart has been set free
All the sick have been made whole
And the blind been made to see.

So I pity the doubter's "faith"
For they know not what they miss;
They are more than content ignoring the truth
I guess ignorance is their bliss.

So again, what do we believe?
A difficult question indeed.
But I know what it is that I believe,
And the truth has set me free.