Where Is My Faith Poem by Randy McClave

You relax on a plane
Even though you don't know who the pilot is,
They pilot you through the storm of hail and rain
As though your very life is hers or his.
You relax in a ship
Even though you don't know the Captain,
You're excited for your quest or of your trip
And you are not worried or a bit frighten.
You relax on a bus
Even though you don't know the driver,
You are joyfully going to where you want or must
You're excited to soon to be the arriver.
Your faith is in a stranger
That you don't know or have never met before,
When it's in the forest it's with the park ranger
You treat and see them with great grandeur.
You preach that you relax in life spiritually knowing
That God (which he is) is truly in control,
Because, of him you preach your fears are never growing
So, tell me why do you carry a gun to protect your body and soul.

Randy L. McClave