Figuratively Speaking

Figuratively Speaking What do you want me to do! I want you to read to me I yelled I "said" at the top of my lungs to my dim-witted husband resting my elbows on my knees turning my head away hands over my ears to drown out the noise Why don’t you do that for me? Because you didn't ask I kicked Jesus to the curb, (Figuratively speaking) So what if He believed words that I was baptized, drowned hearts I read The book, beautiful words become justified to her naked soul The steady drum, trying to fill His voice cubicles of space fills my head, in our overflowing existence bathtub; And that we share.