What does a Christian look like, I pondered?
Of what nationality is he, I wondered?
Is he tall or short, slim or fat?
Then I learnt, he is a man like Christ
A man favoured by divinity
A man with whom there is no impossibility
Free of hate and full of love
Void of pride; an emblem of humility
But I’ve heard, I’m just a dreamer
That no man can be absolutely spotless
That it’s just an idea meant to provide a sense of worth
So this is my resolve
If Christianity is an illusion then I don’t want to be right
If it is a fantasy, then I don’t want reality
If it’s a lie then I wonder what’s true
For how could I have found so much Joy, peace and fulfillment in a fallacy?
I’m a Christian, that’s what I’m meant to be
Who are you?
© Sawndei 2017