I'm not searching for a savior
in these crowded streets
I'm just watching for that small piece
of God that they say lies in all of us.
I wait for that divinity ...
Whispering through her shakey voice
Or his guilty plea for forgiveness ...
or in your tear swamped eyes.
I want to whitness it like a blind man who has just been granted the
ability to see for the first time.
He falls to his knees in gratitude
as tears of unworthiness soak his bloodstained shirt.
You see, he finds God in situation...
Circumstance.
And I, well...I've yet to be so wise.
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