How do I trust what I can’t feel?
To seek a face I can’t see?
Are these symbolisms?
What do the really mean?
Or strange parables I can’t comprehend?
What does it mean to pick up your cross?
Is the Holy Spirit simply a mist or cloud?
How can I understand this?
I didn’t grow up in the church
The falling out and speaking in tongues
All of it frightens me and I’m ready to runaway
But there is something about your word
That intrigues me as it pops of the pages
The story’s and the book of Psalms dance in my mind
It makes me want to know this God
Who gave the world his one and only son.
