DeYarmond Edison
Dash
How many ways can you think about JesusUp in the sky, as vague as your thesisUnknown, how do I know you?How do I know you?All of us ache, for answers to questionsWe're up on the hillside, waiting, awakingOh Gabriel, when will you speak to me?When will you speak to me?On the path to DamascusAt the dimming of the dayPaul was huddling the crossCarving his nameOh people, we're all in the lion's denwe're all in the lion's denWe think it's all held together by services and sacramentAnd faith is like permanence, clay bowls and firmamentOh honey, I am the honest oneI am the honest oneCarl Jung and I are out on the oceanHe pokes me in the side, says they all feel the notionAnd we're moving, along with the slightest swellsAlong with the slightest swells
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