# LETTER TO GOD
**[Intro]**
Just want to make this clear
I am a seeker
But sometimes, understanding gets hard
My name is unimportant it's my heart seeking discussion
**[Verse 1]**
Dear God, there's a lot of questions that I carry in my soul
And I don't need another human's interpretation to console
You're the cosmic consciousness, the all-pervading whole
So You're the only one who'll help me understand my role
Tell me what's illusion, tell me what's divine
Why does every sacred text draw different lines?
What's the point of suffering if it's all by Your design?
Every time I've loved and lost, was that always part of the climb?
Why's there Buddha, Christ, and countless names for You?
Why does every path to heaven claim they're the only truth?
Why does everybody preach compassion, then refuse
To show it to the people who believe in something new?
Tell me how to serve, tell me what's my mission
I've been meditating, praying, seeking inner vision
Everybody says You're love, but then they add condition
Like You'd ever turn away a soul that seeks permission
Why do children starve? Why is there war?
Why does everything we build just leave us wanting more?
Why does everybody hoard while others scrape the floor?
If we're all Your children, why do some get less while others pour?
**[Verse 2]**
Tell me, are You consciousness or are You separate being?
I don't even care about the form, I just need meaning
Gnostic texts say Demiurge, the Buddha calls it clinging
But my heart just wants to know if You can hear me singing
Tell me where we're going when this body turns to dust
The Urantia Book says mansion worlds, some say it's just a must
That we reincarnate until we get it right through trust
But honestly, I'd just appreciate a sign—even something small would be enough
Had a vision once where I was standing at the void
Staring at the nothing where all form is destroyed
Voice whispered, "You create Me through the love you have employed
I'm not separate from you, child—don't be paranoid"
But how do I know that wasn't just my mind?
How do I distinguish between Yours and mine?
When the shamans say You're in the plants, the mystics say You're time
The scientists say chemicals—who's actually divine?
Dear Source, where were You when depression had me?
When I begged for help and silence was the only thing that trapped me?
When I screamed into the darkness asking You to map me
A way out of the pain, but You never answered back, see
**[Hook]**
I don't want religion, I want direct communion
I don't want a building, I want a conscious union
I don't want to confess my sins to someone human
Who judges while they hide their own—that's just confusion
I don't want to read it, I want to feel it in my chest
Don't want somebody's interpretation of what You expressed
Don't want another institution telling me what's blessed
When they profit off the desperate and ignore the rest
**[Verse 3]**
Dear Source, how do I hold the light when darkness feels so real?
