Show me that you exist and you aren't
fairytale make believe. I've knocked on
your front door. Asked to be invited in
but I still wait outside unattended like a
traveling shoe salesmen. Maybe its
too much to ask for the Holy Spirit
to show itself like a descending dove.
I want a sign, some proof that you are
there and I am not crazy.
The world's full of divisions and every
priest, pastor, and minster has something
different to say about you. You are like
someone describing a taste.
But maybe I ask too much
maybe I'm too young spiritually speaking,
like a child who asks his mother
how electricity works, to which
she replies, it just does.
15:30
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