If there was ever a time that I felt God, it was then.
Sitting in church in the very front pew
I begin to plead for forgiveness.

I apologize for my stupidity the days prior,
Apologize for thinking and especially broadcasting my idiocy.
Ask if He can forgive me.
Ask if He can forgive me, a non-believer.

My heart overflowing with remorse for my misguided actions,
I near the end of my cry for absolution
And then I feel something in my chest.
Something touching my heart and taking
the horrible guilty feeling that was filling me up,
taking that away.

It was an inexplicable experience
It was like He heard me speak and chosen to forgive me.
It was like had plucked my heart from my chest
and clasped it between His mighty hands,
shielding me, defending me, protecting me
in the event that shame ever came knocking at my door.

Sitting in church in the very font pew
I bring my prayer for forgiveness to a close
If there was ever a time that I thought God was real,
If there was ever a time that I felt God, it was then.