The Burden of Belief

[JBKlyde]

If I were a compulsive liar,
I would expect you not,
To believe a word I say,
If I were honest as a saint,
I would expect you not,
To ever doubt my words,
I'm neither so,
I guess I'm lukewarm,
How to get hot and on fire,
Leave behind the lies,
Repent of sins,
Turn your back on evil,
So I don't know if you still,
Have a flicker of light shining,
In your heart and I'm not very smart,
So this burden of belief is on me,
If I believe my dreams,
Then something unusual,
Is indeed happening,
And I don't know who to trust,
If I trust my dreams,
I could be falling into a trap,
A trap that the devil setting,
In retrospect 'nothing',
Amounts to nothing,
Looking forward,
I have nothing to loose,
And everything to gain,
As you can see this poem,
Dose not rhyme,
And if I had a dime,
For every mistake I made,
I'd be drinking cool aid,
On a mountain with Jesus,
Personally I believe Jesus loves me,
ANd I love Jesus,
So I have no need,
To be anything more,
Than a peasant in his kingdom,
Rock n roll is out of control,
Today's music is soul less,
So I make my own,
I will die knowing Gods love,
Is more power-full than,
Some skinny little white guy,
Who makes beats,
From the pit of hell,
So I now the question is,
What do you believe??
DO you believe in America??
Do you believe in Free Speech?
Do you believe in Kings??
Wake UP...