The demons have no doubts about you,
They cry out for mercy. Every time they see you They proclaim you are the Son of God. Me, I have followed you for years, Seen the lame walk, Seen thousands fed, Met Lazarus, heard you were dead. My God, why did you forsake me? I left my work, I left my family, You let them crucify you, you left me. My heart broke for days, teacher, It all felt like mist. You were gone. My soul felt your absence, it was bitter. You look like you, but brighter. It's your voice. It's your body. Still I wonder if you will leave me yet again. "Surely, I am with you always, All your appointed days, To the very end of the age, Receive the Holy Spirit and abide." Comments are closed.
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