Jesus!
If You cause me to walk,
Grant me that very step!
If I look up at the sky,
Grant me that very sky!
When I am sad, allow me to stand in the rain!
Why must umbrellas exist?
Why do they make us reject the tears of God?
I am nowhere,
And I am nowhere here.
I am merely striking up a chord
With the Muse of the Psalms, right inside the Holy Book.
"Thus says the Lord:"
"Did I not command you to worship no other god beside Me?
How dare you, with the god of the Muse..."
"How dare you—"
"Wait! Today, Jim is tired, so I shall take my rest!!"
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