Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Pining for Meaning

I hear God whisper amidst the thunder
but I cannot understand what he's saying.
I see Jesus in a mist of wonder
but he cannot look past to see my praying.

And the needles of the pine are stuck to my thigh
and the dark of the sun has caught the small of my eye.
I'd be telling a lie if I said I was fine,
at this moment in time I am feeling divine.

I see Satan in the shade of greatness
and he seems to be tolling up my sins.
I implore to Peter about my soul's straightness
but he is adamant I shall not go in.

And the apple in the tree is calling to me
and the taste in my heart is setting me free.
I might  have found my beliefs are at sea
but this master key makes me a devotee.

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