Sermon In the Sheets
If he exists or not is not the point
It is faith that keeps us on
Words from pops, words of soul
So every Sunday is church day
But the preacher has me in knots
He assumes he exists and that's the point
My suspension of disbelief is needed most
The narratives are wise, the stories tight
But I met God and I don't think he is him
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