the path I walk

call this faith, or call this love-
I care not to name anymore.
I have feared You, 
and so have I loved-
with no boundaries, as no shrewd.

I believe in You.
for You were there,
at the birth of time

and You shall see it’s death.

I walk the path you said was true
now, Your wish is my command.

Prodigal, I return to You

each time I rebel.

And You- blind to my creed,

receive me still

with arms outstretched.

I know not, anymore,
if to call this love or call this faith.