I wonder at times, as I absolutely believe in God
When I'm confused I ask does God believe in me
Some might think the question I ask is quite odd
But truth doesn't always and rarely make sense
I know I'm a fool, I have problems with anxiety
I shouldn't be so worried, if I'm secure in belief
But my life is an accident, a stain, without piety
Maybe God believes in me, wishing he did not
God is merciful, I pray he'll let me visit him
And maybe let me stay in the realm of Heaven
