Please read my poem

Do you exist?
Do you even exist?
People say you do
But some are not so sure.
So, do you exist?
And if you do exist
Then why cant I feel you?
Why can't I see you?
And how do I know you?
And if I can know you,
Then how could you accept me?
I should be forsaken.
I should be condemned.
I should be forgotten.
And if you can accept me,
Then what is next?
What is my purpose?
What is my calling?
What should I do?
I cry out to you,
But you do not answer.
I lift my eyes to you,
But you are not in sight.
I want to believe in you,
But everything points elsewhere.
And you silently answer
"I do exist, and
I will accept you.
You are not forsaken or condemned.
And you are most certainly not forgotten
Every time you cried out I answered
But you, being blind in your own self pity, could not hear me.
Even though you cannot see me
You can see my creation,
And know that I am there."
Now I am free,
From the fear of death,
From the fear of not knowing,
And from the fear of the future.
For as long as he is with me
I will prosper through him.
The Lord Jesus Christ
My friend
My father
My savior