Tonight I sit alone and reflect on what has been.
The things I have believed
things I believe still.
Things I have outgrown,
things I have held on to for dear life,
things that have got me by and got me through.
Things I have lost.
So many things I have believed
and now no longer know.
These things I believe,
these things I have believed and now question
these things lead me to you.
You, the shelter from the storms
and oh, they come
again and again.
You, the river of life
that washes me clean
as the dust settles in my lungs.
These things I have believed are still.
You are still.