Come Be Saved
Sunday mornings are empty now
in chasing adulthood, in growing older
in every intonation, I wonder
what it would be like to open my mouth
and sing praise too
how the holy spirit would finally fill
my body like breath
when I would finally face my childlike faith
because it didn’t take long
for the pastor to say that god planned for the devil
to take me in my sorrow
between the pews, sermon echoing off the walls
if I was quiet, I could fill Sundays again
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the emptiness of this is so heavy <\3
You’ve written a perfect psalm for this modern questioner.