Phases

I’m losing my religion

I think I might worship the moon

I can see it

Though moody and changing

II know it phases

With you God, I feel us drifting

Have I truly experienced you, do I know you?

Do i see you?

Institutions, corruption, hatred, insurrection

Inquisitions, deception, jihad, perceptions

God I love you and now I can say I’ve seen your face through the rain

And I felt your steady hand in the quake

You never let my spirt break

And though I may be moody and changing

You know its a phase and you love me regardless

I may have lost my religion and my denomination

But I don’t want to be slave on a plantation

My God is free and not in a box

So God liberate me