what makes me believe..is love i felt, love i know......kneeling by my bed... pouring out my heart to god....crying desparate for any sense of connection.....i prayed and prayed...and i felt god touch my heart...and showed me his love...and it lifted me up and comforted me... now...i know some critics would say that outta my own desparation, i imagined/made it up... wich unfourtanetly...makes me doubt myself at times... but i just hafta remember that love and realize that its real...and faith is often blind:-) " for blessed are those who without seeing have believed" hmm i dunno the verses or anything...maybe chris could help he seems to know that stuff:-) -a Tempest of conviction- |