glos·so·la·li·a

...Without warning there was a sound like a strong wind, gale force—no one could tell where it came from. Then, like a wildfire, the Holy Spirit spread, and they started speaking in tongues of fire...

Forty days and forty nights and my rib cage still creeks and groans.

You said you would not leave us as orphans but in all honesty, this feels like being orphaned.

Memories haunt the halls of this labyrinth mind where I search for God and still never find.

God, I'm still blind with vacant eyes.

Eyes that I inherited from my father, that he inherited from his father and his father, and his father's father.

I have a Storm-worn boat for a heart that never seems to find that new world that I see in my dreams at night.

"Fear not. Just wait."

Glossolalia. 

Angelic dialects and cloven tongues.

A fire in my lungs.

But still repeating curses under my breath because they are the only words I can muster up....

WHAT THE Ffff...... Faith.

Too little faith. Maybe I don't have enough faith.

You said if a grain of wheat falls to the earth it won't remain alone but I'm still alone. 

I set sail with hope but now just shipwrecks and broken bones. you called to me from the waves.

I stepped out of this damn boat and sank. 

Every swell capsizes and I cant catch my breath between the waves.

 

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