There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In the sanctuary, I see something like faith
For an hour the pew stays warm
In the food line at the Rescue Mission, I see something like faith
I must be like a child, naïve and trusting
For an hour the pew stays warm
The absurdity of faith chafing my corduroys births friction
I must be like a child, naïve and trusting
I want to play sardines and hide away with faith
The absurdity of faith chafing my corduroys births friction
Friction is not faith, but it looks something like it
I want to play sardines and hide away with faith
I want my ears to burn with heat in our concealed crypt
Friction is not faith, but it looks something like it
Friction converts energy, but not the skeptic
I want my ears to burn with heat in our concealed crypt
Faith could do the trick, if only I knew what it looked like
Friction converts energy, but not the skeptic
October shouldn’t be so stifling
Faith could do the trick, if only I knew what it looked like
Once I’m out, I’ll wear a cardigan to keep the heat in
October shouldn’t be so stifling
Heat waves shimmer off the steps leading from the cathedral
Once I’m out, I’ll wear a cardigan to keep the heat in
In the sanctuary, I see something like faith
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In the sanctuary, I see something like faith
For an hour the pew stays warm
In the food line at the Rescue Mission, I see something like faith
I must be like a child, naïve and trusting
For an hour the pew stays warm
The absurdity of faith chafing my corduroys births friction
I must be like a child, naïve and trusting
I want to play sardines and hide away with faith
The absurdity of faith chafing my corduroys births friction
Friction is not faith, but it looks something like it
I want to play sardines and hide away with faith
I want my ears to burn with heat in our concealed crypt
Friction is not faith, but it looks something like it
Friction converts energy, but not the skeptic
I want my ears to burn with heat in our concealed crypt
Faith could do the trick, if only I knew what it looked like
Friction converts energy, but not the skeptic
October shouldn’t be so stifling
Faith could do the trick, if only I knew what it looked like
Once I’m out, I’ll wear a cardigan to keep the heat in
October shouldn’t be so stifling
Heat waves shimmer off the steps leading from the cathedral
Once I’m out, I’ll wear a cardigan to keep the heat in
In the sanctuary, I see something like faith
1 comments:
You don't need your cardigan yet, but we need faith each day. I'm loving the variety of clouds and occasional sprinkles. Cool air may follow still.
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