My Friends Think I’m Peculiar

 My friends think I’m peculiar,

Some say I am a little odd

Most think that I’m just weird

Because I still trust in God.

They too were once believers,

But now they walk in the dark

The light once shinning in them

Has become cold and stark.

They no longer hunger, Or thirst for the righteous way

They no longer see the truth In what the Bible has to say.

For most they have given up,

The narrow way was too hard

And with every bump and jolt

Their faith in God was jarred.

Now their hearts are set upon,

The worldly things of the flesh

They tell me that my beliefs

And their desires do not mesh.

My friends think I’m peculiar,

Some say I am a little odd…

But I pray for them everyday

To turn back and trust in God. –

by Deborah Ann Belka