Holy Water Upon The Ground
when the lord pores holy water
upon the ground
I get the Holy Ghost inside of me
then, I float like a butterfly on the Ferris wheel
I flap my wings and float like a monarch butterfly
The holy ghost moves inside of me
I chirp like a bird in the spring
I clap my hands like a tambourine
I move around like a blue windmill
I spin swiftly like a red spinning top
I cluck like a crazy duck
With its head chopped off
So right now
I want to thank you, lord
for blessing me
while you pore the sweet holy water
all around me
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2024
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