Profess

I profess you to be God,
I profess you to be King,
You are my provider,
My Everything!
I profess you to be...
I profess you to who?
To who do I profess you to?
It was made clear today
Who the who was;
My own partners in faith--
Like-minded in moral,
Like-hearted in belief,
Then an outsider came and asked You of me.
 I knew what to give him--
The simple truth--
But I considered the angles at which I could have taken
and the over analysis left me stunned and shaken.
And so he left, fed up with my lack
To formulate sentences and give a response back.
As he turned away, I was overwhelmed and defeated,
Thinking "He may not see the throne on which God is seated.
He'll see the fire because I couldn't feed it."
In that moment in time he was hungry for answers,
but my knowledge just could not transfer.
Of course my cynicism popped up first,
Telling me that boy was inherently cursed.
But that's not true, I know it to be.
Maybe I'm not the one to plant his seed.
Maybe I'm the one to water his soul,
Or be the one to watch him grow.
I don't know God's plan, or even the boys name,
But through prayer, in heaven may I see him again.