So I say:
Let The Spirit move me,
Let It groove me;
Let it turn me inside out.
I turned My World
On her head, now;
Resuscitated it,
When they thought it was dead.
She breathed her life into My LUNGS,
Healed me of woe;
I gave the thanks that she deserved now;
I didn't curse a Soul.
Bought myself a mouthful of Words.
Spit them up by chance.
Where they landed, I don't know.
I ran as fast as I could.
I hid among the Indians,
Camped one week there, you know.
Scouted out alone for one month now.
Ah see in a year, where I'll go.
I'm not afraid to face my fears now
Having seen what I've seen.
They can't come more true
Than my dream was;
And that's My HOLY Truth.
John Stefan Riccio