2d
Imagine you met God after your end
You bowed in reflex 'cause the prophets did
You crawled to His toe like a loyal dog
But, when you look up into His eyes
You can't see any praise
Only twisted face of shame.
You bowed in reflex 'cause the prophets did
You crawled to His toe like a loyal dog
But, when you look up into His eyes
You can't see any praise
Only twisted face of shame.
I'd like to think that God made us to tell Him a story—the unique story of our life. If that's the case then do you think He would enjoy listening to your stories when all of them are about him?
