Church Poem by Jim Farr

Father who am I
Or who are you for that matter
I’ve yet to see your face
Or hear a sound you’ve directed my way
But I do feel when you touch me
How do some people speak with certainty
About who you are and what you think
Where do I go to church, what do I believe
You’ve given me such choices, and they all seem
So right, but wrong
But you stir my soul
Does it matter how
Or by whose words
A man chooses to believe
Does it matter what name I call you
Or the words I use to pray
Oh father it must
We kill each other for it everyday
Are you not in a church
Is your power not confined to one name
Your influence to one faith
But in the hearts of men like me
Who know nothing about you
Or where to learn
But would like to