My Truth, the ONLY Truth
By undercover agnostic ~
Here is a more creative rendering of my extimony-how, as a believer, I pretended to "know" what I couldn't really know; but then, how doubt came along to challenge and dismantle my deeply held beliefs.
I once claimed I “knew” the way
To paradise and how to pray
“Our Father in Heaven, hallowed by thy name”
I “knew” the narrow road of pain
That guaranteed eternal gain
Like mansions and riches if I didn’t complain
I “knew” just how the world began
A flash of light with a voice command
And what God did to fashion man
I claimed to “know” the truth from lies,
And sentenced millions to their demise
Eternal torment for being blind
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
I once claimed I “knew” God’s thoughts
About what is and what is not
“Thus sayeth the Lord,” I was dutifully taught.
I “knew” the beginning and the end
while philosophers could only pretend
To understand or comprehend
The deepest unveiled mysteries
Were solved by my theology
How lucky, truth was revealed to me.
I “knew” the things that can’t be known
Like gates of hell and heaven’s throne-
Life beyond this earthly home
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
My holy book said I “Must” believe
No room for doubt lest I be deceived
Enticed by the adversary’s schemes
So I dug in my heels and covered my ears
Closing my mind suppressing my fears
And held on to my truth, as sacred and dear
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
But then the doubts came creeping in
Like noise behind walls, paper thin
I tried to repent of such egregious sin
But the doubts kept coming, assaulting my truth
Invading like a military coup
Demanding evidence, asking for proof
Alas my “knowing” lay bare and ashamed
For it had no support to make its proud claims
And all that was left was its hollow remains
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
Could it be I was wrong?
The greatest minds of humanity
Have contemplated life’s mysteries
Yet with no consensus of certainty
So how could I insist to “know”
What even scholars couldn’t show?
I had to let my assumptions go
My mind is unleashed, now free to explore
Investigate, study, discover, implore,
Unshackled unchained, an open door
To say “I don’t know” is to say I am free
To embrace the beauty of mystery
And follow the evidence wherever it leads
My truth not the only truth
My way not the only way
My faith not the only faith
All this time I was wrong
Here is a more creative rendering of my extimony-how, as a believer, I pretended to "know" what I couldn't really know; but then, how doubt came along to challenge and dismantle my deeply held beliefs.
I once claimed I “knew” the way
To paradise and how to pray
“Our Father in Heaven, hallowed by thy name”
I “knew” the narrow road of pain
That guaranteed eternal gain
Like mansions and riches if I didn’t complain
I “knew” just how the world began
A flash of light with a voice command
And what God did to fashion man
I claimed to “know” the truth from lies,
And sentenced millions to their demise
Eternal torment for being blind
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
I once claimed I “knew” God’s thoughts
About what is and what is not
“Thus sayeth the Lord,” I was dutifully taught.
I “knew” the beginning and the end
while philosophers could only pretend
To understand or comprehend
The deepest unveiled mysteries
Were solved by my theology
How lucky, truth was revealed to me.
I “knew” the things that can’t be known
Like gates of hell and heaven’s throne-
Life beyond this earthly home
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
My holy book said I “Must” believe
No room for doubt lest I be deceived
Enticed by the adversary’s schemes
So I dug in my heels and covered my ears
Closing my mind suppressing my fears
And held on to my truth, as sacred and dear
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
And everyone else was wrong
But then the doubts came creeping in
Like noise behind walls, paper thin
I tried to repent of such egregious sin
But the doubts kept coming, assaulting my truth
Invading like a military coup
Demanding evidence, asking for proof
Alas my “knowing” lay bare and ashamed
For it had no support to make its proud claims
And all that was left was its hollow remains
My truth, the only truth
My way, the only way,
My faith, the only faith
Could it be I was wrong?
The greatest minds of humanity
Have contemplated life’s mysteries
Yet with no consensus of certainty
So how could I insist to “know”
What even scholars couldn’t show?
I had to let my assumptions go
My mind is unleashed, now free to explore
Investigate, study, discover, implore,
Unshackled unchained, an open door
To say “I don’t know” is to say I am free
To embrace the beauty of mystery
And follow the evidence wherever it leads
My truth not the only truth
My way not the only way
My faith not the only faith
All this time I was wrong
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