So I’ve got
a little faith story and it goes a little like this,
It’s a
pretty cool tell-tale that you don’t wanna miss,
It started
with my pops, my mom, and my sis,
The dog, the
cat, and dad’s funny wish
One day, my
dad got sleep paralysis,
And he said
to himself, man! I gotta get outta this,
He thought
it was a demon and seeked help from a church,
But every
single day, it got a little worse,
He found
this cozy little house that belonged to God,
Maybe this’ll
work, he said, heck, why not?
He turned
into a Christian and wanted to spread the word,
Like a dove
to his wife and his two little birds,
One day, I
came along with him to CCUMC,
A lame brick
building was all I had seen,
I came into
worship when I was in the third grade,
I thought it
was boring and that it was just a long wait
Afterwards,
my dad treated me to ice cream
But in my
little 3rd grade mind, that’s all that matters to me
To the
church came my sister, but not my mom,
So my dad
asked her, hey, yo, what’s wrong?
She said she
didn’t believe unless 5000 dollars came in the mail,
But little
did we know, God never fails!
So the very
next day. We opened the box,
My dad and
my mom, they both got a shock!
Now my
sister and I, we were too young to understand,
We didn’t
believe in God, or the Promised Land
Some time
had gone by,
And our
family got baptized,
I knew that
this meant, that I’m now a follower
A disciple,
a grace spewing, faith praying hollerer
Around this
time, I started going to camp
But my
shallow narrow faith became an obstacle ramp
I went three
years straight, and hated it every time
So I figured
my dislike for camp, was finally at its prime
We still
didn’t believe but we didn’t hate church
I
don’t regret going, it was totally worth
I met many
people, they were nice and all
But not
believing while I’m in the house of God, felt really, really, really, wrong
A few more
months later, my sister and I,
We got an
invitation from Wendy, to dine
At this
point in my story, I was twelve at the time.
We both
accepted and with her we talked
We ate
pleasant little burgers and had a little walk,
She asked
about our faith and we told her it was small,
But she told
us that God was her all in all
She asked us
if we were spiritually active a lot,
She then
asked me if I prayed to any Gods
I said I
still do pray and I’m really alert
Asking God
to see if maybe I should convert
Wendy had to
leave to get back to college
And I
continued to pray for a little Christian knowledge.
One day it
hit, my faith was real
Jubilant,
enchanted, is the way that I feel!
Four long
years, is what it took,
For me to
know God and fall into the Christian nook
From this
point, I looked for a way to strengthen my faith
And I looked
to the church, where my faith awaits
As time went
by, my faith grew stronger
My spirit
grew wider, deeper, higher, longer
Eventually I
started to look for ways to serve
I acolyte, I
videotaped and listened to the word
I joined the
worship team, to rejoice in this land,
And
eventually I even joined the worship team band
I looked for
more ways to strengthen my faith
And one day,
on a paper is where I saw my fate
Camp had
returned, and I was willing to forgive,
Because God
was beside me and with Him is where I live
Throughout
the camp, my faith grew stronger than I could ever imagine
I never even
thought that this could happen!
Now my
little faith story is coming to an end,
I hope I
didn’t bore you to death, my friends
Lord, here I
am, and there you are before me
Let’s
thank the audience for listening, to our little faith story.