I think he read my journal when he wrote this...

Well, here I am in a river of questions.

Can I pour my heart out to a listening ear.
I see this life, it's valleys and mountains-
and I think of all the roads that brought me to here.

Well, I've questioned my reasons, this life I'm living-
I question my ability, to judge wrong from right.
Well, I've questioned all the things, I've ever called certain-my race,
my religion, my country, my mind.

But the one thing I don't question is You-
You really love me, like You say You do.

Well, I've questioned significance, meaning, and relevance-
does the work I'm doing, really matter at all?
Well, I've questioned my friendships, alliance, dependence-
who will still be here, when I fall?

But the one thing I don't question is You-
You really love me, like You say You do.
Hold me, Lord- I need your love.

Only one thing doesn't change, only one thing stays the same-
all I know at the end of the day, your love remains.

But the one thing I don't question is You-
You really love me, like You say You do.
- Paul Coleman