My Walk to God

I had looked into the sky, I had seen nothing but the stars of the sky.
I had looked into my heart, I was confused about my own self.
     Who am I, whom was the important one in my life?

Knock, knocking upon the door to my heart, knocking yet to no answer, was the one whom made all things.
I did not answer him, I could not, I was but an unbeliever.

I was an unbeliever. I, the chaser of knowledge. How could I be wrong?

I was never a truly humble man, I was but a boy.

I was smart, that was always true, but I still could be wrong about things.

A knock upon my door, that was the start of my journey, my spiritual one.
The most hated of all the religions, the most unaccepted, Jehovah's people, the people of God, witnesses of God, Jehovah's Witnesses.

This may be where the reader is turned away, but no! Continue reading about my walk and you will see the true me today!
Learn and think for yourself, that is what God wants us to do.
I am but a messenger, I am but a believer.
Knocking upon my heart was God, but it was my job to answer the door.

I answered, but I was laughing inside at the witness.
I was laughing, but unconsciously I wanted to know what made him come to my door.
The answer, is a fun one, my friends, I was not unknown to this man.
This man was a family friend, he had studied with my parents.
This came as a surprise when I found out, for my parents were not kindhearted.

Soon I became a believer, only to fall. I went to the meetings, I went to the Kingdom Hall. I read all I could, for once I felt tall, I felt close to God.

It did not last, but it still made me who I was. I did not believe, but I looked more into the religions of the world.
I did not believe but I studied Bible history.
I did not admit that it all proved the Bible.
This was me, the thinker, thinking wrong.

I fell in my life, I fell in my life, lived on the streets.
This is where I became who I am today.
I went to other churches, heard their preaching, the false preaching.
I went to the churches only to laugh and eat. The preachers know not what the Bible speaks of.
They hated the Witnesses, whom I had started to believe in again.
It hit me to go back, hit me hard. I belonged there, with the true God, Jehovah.