The new - fangled churches that don't believe I things <br />Aren't the churches that satisfy me; <br />I 'm firm in my notion that angels wear wings, <br />An' Heaven is a place we shall see, <br />I 'm an old-fashioned man, full of old-fashioned ways, <br />An' these up-to-date doubtings seem odd; <br />What they don't believe folks talk about nowadays, <br />But I 'm still believing in God. <br /> <br />Some don't believe this, an' some don't believe that, <br />Some don't believe Heaven is a place; <br />The don't believe sermons they 're preaching are flat, <br />For of old-fashioned faith there's no trace. <br />They've torn up the Bible an' proved it's not so, <br />They doubt man was made from a clod, <br />What they don't believe seems to be all that they know, <br />But I 'm still believing in God. <br /> <br />There isn't much left of religion today, <br />The thinkers have busily swept <br />Most all of the faiths that we once had away, <br />An' few of us know what they've kept. <br />It's ' don't believe this ' an' ' don't believe that,' <br />An' blinded they 'd leave us to plod; <br />An' old-fashioned man hardly knows where he's at, <br />But I 'm still believing in God. <br /> <br />What men don't believe doesn't interest me, <br />I 'd far rather learn what they do; <br />I believe in the green of the grass an' the tree, <br />I believe in the sunshine an' dew; <br />I believe in the love that makes living worth while, <br />I believe we shall rise from the sod <br />To a mansion in Heaven where our dear ones shall smile, <br />An' I 'm still believing in God.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-don-t-believers/
