A set of clues

I stopped believing the very word which makes us fear
It was a thought that was indeed very clear

For you planted the saplings of agony and pain
They bore fruits of poison again and again

You made me fall and left me with nothing
I lost faith , gave up hope and started sulking

For I believed my path was decimated by your might
You were there above, laughing on my plight

I didn't want to ask a favor , thought it would be a shame
I was never a beggar as I assumed you would claim

I decried any holy presence , its nothing but a farce
All the faith ,its just for wasting a few hours

And then , in one of the daily skirmishes of faith
I realized there was something hidden , it was not a myth

It was a clue which led to one more way
I just followed and it made my day

I know you now, you are nothing but a bunch of clues
With this now in my head I hereby offer truce

What do you say , If I acknowledge you are real
Faith I would cultivate you just give me a good deal

For I don't want to ponder more , I don't want to lose
All that I need now is the correct set of clues...