There is a Price to pay for the Beliefs you Hold
For when the Truth shines in your consciousness
like starlight, clear and silver
That is G-d embracing You
but there are times when with a weakened grasp
You feel like your slender fingers must carry the weight of a thousand
Mountains
And everything seems magnetically wired to
Crush you,
Deaden the life inside
Hold on! to the iron Truth
Your mind knows
and harness it to a Starving, waiting Soul
who knows G-d loves it forever
But feels it will splinter into a million shards
from the heartbreak of Yesterday's Dreams
and Tomorrow's fragility
And that, my dear, is when you know if you really believe
not with your mind, but with your heart.
There is a price to pay for your beliefs
It's called Faith,
sweeter than the purest love and stronger than the wildest storm.
and I'm Holding on to mine with White Fingers.