Lost Souls Among The Faithless

"You're one of them," he said and seethed,

"That God exists, what proof have you?"

I read his words, his faithless words,

and searched for ways to prove it true.

But what can make a blind man see ...

if faith has not been gifted him?

Can words from me pull scabs from eyes?

I fear not so, the chances slim.

I scribbled down a few choice words

that in my eyes proved God exists,

but words from me, inadequate;

he told me so...words from abyss.

Not always does he come to mind,

this man who brushed away my words,

but when he does, a prayer is said

that God will make his soul the Lord's.

Within each soul, God's word was placed,

and on the cross, our sins He bore;

I pray lost souls will come to Him ...

among the faithless be no more.