I thought everything hated me.

The universe was against me.

I used to think God didn’t care.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

I was followed by rejection.

Was despised for imperfection.

Friend by friend gone in my nightmare.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

Life was a miserable thing.

Every day I was drowning.

I’d yell and shout it isn’t fair.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

I started to reject my faith.

Giving in to that evil wraith.

God so powerful in His chair.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

I left my home, walked out the door.

A war was raging at my core.

Down my cheek a single tear.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

Head down, step by step down the street.

A blue jay feather at my feet.

Guardian angel saw my flare.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

I’ve grown up a little bit now.

God is the One to whom I bow.

He’s the One I give my prayer.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

He embraces me as I cry.

To Him I never say goodbye.

I know He’s really everywhere.

I used to think He wasn’t there.

You see, feathers have symbolism.

It’s not an act of heroism.

But a feather started repair.

For me God has always been there.