Holy water

Holy water

                                          U

                                        fall 

                                     like rain

                                    As   I  look 

                                     for  water

                                         From 

                                           The   

                                         Ghost  

                                     .     And

                                            the 

                                           Son

                                            our 

                                           Holy

                                          Father

  .                               In rivers of silver

       .                           Turned to mud

Baptized

 .                               While a sacrifice

                                 Is made of blood

     .                          You taste like rain

 .                            From heaven above

 .                              Pouring my pain

                                Mocking my love

                                      To the son,

                                       The ghost,

                              and my Heavenly Father

                          .... I still need your water

         The offering there

   With saving grace

Under my sins

          My hidden face

No longer an angel

    Fallen from grace

           Innocence lost

Ive fallen

in place

Our Father 

   His  Son

                   And 

The Holy ghost

Water is still 

      what I need 

                the most

    You gave me blood

      To wash my sins

     But im choking

           on mud

              And dying

                           within

                   Gone is the rain

          Parched is my soul

Left with his stain

    Heart with a hole

. 

Asking for water

     Drowning in blood

        The price I now pay

        For believing in Love

As I looked for rain

You bloodied 

my water

   Left  me

        in  pain

           You never

          were 

.........MY Father,..

    my father's

son's

Unholy ghost

You were

  

         the ghost

                Of The Son 

    My Holy Father

  You were Keeping me 

from

  His gift 

            Of water

  
                  I thirst!

I

fall

   like

rain

as 
         I 

            look 

                  for water....

                         +

                      from ashes to ashes,
dust unto dust   

                  
                 Water.

A must
From 
          the
                 ghost

                  of

                      our

                   + Holy +
                     Father

           
KS
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