The Unbeliever

A certain faint of mine who lost his faith in God sat
down with me one sunday afternoon .He asked me for to. listen
ff I had time to spare hlm.
he said so many things I never thought he
would ' .wy eyes began to smoke. I found my-
self in tears. and started to respect his unbelief.
I KNOW THAT I BELIEVE IN GOD AND TRUTH.
BIJ- LITTLE DO I KNOW ABOUT HIS WAYS
. MY BE THE MAN WHO SAYS HE CAN’T BE-
LIEVE .HAS GOT MORE LOVE FOR HIM THAN IT MAY SEEM
well, to thl s frl end of mi ne who I ost h i s fa i th i n God.
that afternoon I also told my life. I told him all my
troubles. ny hopes and exspectations '.
and had so much to say that he
began to smil: .He said he was so hap py
an (i I should ' bear no shame '.
because he had Just found we are all 'the same '. «that sunday afternoon I felt I had to think.
so I went up the hill to our church and though about religion and me
and mary people.
who say we love and live as children of the Lord
. and yet we never love. and hardly we forgive.
so that’s whv mdRy peyote can’t believe.