Friday, February 26, 2010

Religious Love

Her wisdom was about as deep as a kiddy pool so I played the Hebro and tried to let my cup runneth over, but She wasn't feeling my kind of Bible, like critics of the King James version. I wanted Her to walk and talk with me, hand in hand, but She couldn't see the light and how do you have faith in the faithless? Spirit on E, I fell to my knees because all I had left, was to give Her my prayer.

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