Hey God,
If you had a heart, I hope I could make it beat faster
To make it throb and burn long there after
If you had a face I hope I could make it smile
To make it soft and be at peace for a while
If you had a hand I hope I could hold it
To make it gentle ... but I know I don't have to make it.
If you had a lap I hope I could rest
To understand silence and and feel your breath
If you had a chest I hope to lie my head there
To move when you inhale and exhale the air
Yet, alas you are Spirit and not anthropomorphic
And I can't beat myself up with images that I talk sick (toxic)
But some how I am yours and am held closer than I know
So I endure to the end for I know one day you will show.
-The Prodigal
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