Doubt's Great Gift

For long years I lived enslaved

To beliefs I now see as depraved,

In Your name, these being all a lie,

That ethics and logic brazenly defy,

Tales about You, false and perverse,

'Twas like living under a dark curse.

Somehow, slowly I began to doubt

What these beliefs were truly about,

Which even in our ‘enlightened’ day

Still hold millions under their sway.

 Soon, I knew they couldn’t be true,

These many lies they told about You.

From them to be freed, oh such relief!

No longer trapped by such false belief.

Many thanks to God I here express

For doubt’s great gift that I possess.

Had I refused then to follow its lead,

To its call had I refused to paid heed,

I’d still be enslaved, like in the past,

Till death arrived to overtake at last.