How does one decide what one is to believe,
with all of the voices out there?
Saying “you should do this”, or if you really care
youʼd change your behavior, have finer clothes to wear.
Or read the Good Book, well the Bible I mean,
and do what it says, sight mostly unseen.
When I was a young one, still trying to work through
what it meant to be gay, and what I would do,
If others found out about my inclinations,
would I have to leave town, and sever all my relations?
A “Young Peoples Leader” had the answer for me.
He said, "talk to God" like the friend you can see.
Donʼt ask for whatʼs wanted, because He knows better
Ask for courage to follow his plan to the letter.
Heʼll give you the answer, thereʼll be no more doubt.
and heʼll give you the strength to help carry it out.
So I went home that night, my heart filled with pain
In the dark of my room, I called out his name
Praying, “If this is the cross that youʼve given to me
Help me carry it proudly, be the best I can be
Please give me a sign, that Iʼll surely know,
if itʼs not meant to be, then help me let go.”
The answer was there, a flood of relief
the weight from my shoulders, my heart void of grief.
An emotion so strong, a message so clear
I made you as you are. Canʼt you see this my Dear?
Lift up your head proud, donʼt wallow in shame
Each one of youʼs different, yet mostly the same.
Love one another, talk your problems through,
Respect all my children, and to thine self, be true.