What if it’s true—so simple, so clear,
That Love shaped the world and divinely drew near?
What if a carpenter, the Weaver of time,
Split history’s veil with a promise and sign?
What if He walked on the water that day?
What if He rose, and the stone rolled away?
What if the whispers of faith in the heart
Aren’t just illusions but truth from the start?
What if the answer to questions we’ve all filed
Isn’t countered triumphally but born in a child?
What if the kingdom belongs to the meek,
Not to the strong or the clever who seek?
What if the simplest answer is best—
That life is a gift, and its Giver our rest?
What if the weight of our doubting and pride
Fades like the night in the dawn’s golden tide?
What if God’s glory, not riches alone,
Is the wealth meant to drive the world’s men to roam?
What if, like children, faith is the reprieve,
And we doubted the doubts we often perceive?
What if old Occam was right all along—
And a child’s simple faith sings the truest of songs?
What if it’s true, from the Old to the New
And the King that was promised is now calling to you?
