Struggling with Conversion

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The quote seems to focus your struggle not with conversion, but converters.

Struggling with Conversion

"... it's a mistake to think that God is in nature,
or in our hearts, or in inanimate things.  God
is exulted, and the world is sinful, and we are
of the world."
                                — a television preacher

Some days I almost do it, turn my Heart
over to the One, to the Son, the fact yourE considering it suggests even though you don't believe, you want to, but the tone suggests a weakness, like giving up on something you already strongly believe
so lonely on this Earth I pass my time,
so little on this Earth in which to place
my incapacitated faith –
not in men, though; no, not in them.

Yes, today, again, I almost did it,
although I knew it must be Wrong if you knew it must be wrong you already believe, just seem to doubt not God but your own Interpretation of him for those by televised evangelists
to think of God as separate from
a flower, a tree, a song – or too High
to share in painful things, like this hour;
yes, God must be in everything – this stanza is blatantly already converted, you're saying  what God must be, against what others say God must be, you're not arguing his existence but others misinterpretation of him

Not only in the Son, or in his church,
or in his father's book of fears –
or in Death's sickle come to claim us –
but in our hearts and tears; in this old
broken chair losing stuffing to the floor,
like my life – in that also there is God,another stanza that tells the world what God is, opposed to how you believe others misinterpret him, I don't see a struggle with conversion or change even, just a disagreement with others ideologies

If God be at all. So I don't believe this line, like you actually question his existence when you state so much factually about him.  

I think the poem would be improved either by deleting the quote or the last line or both.  Good luck to you


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I've made a few changes since first posting the poem.  You can see the original version in Kolemath's post below.