How many ways can you think about Jesus
Up in the sky, as vague as your thesis
Unknown, how do I know you?
How do I know you?
All of us ache, for answers to questions
We're up on the hillside, waiting, awaking
Oh Gabriel, when will you speak to me?
When will you speak to me?
We think it's all held together by services and sacrament
And faith is like permanence, clay bowls and firmament
Oh honey, I am the honest one
I am the honest one.
~ Deyarmond Edison.
If I had to describe my faith in a song, this would be the perfect one. I wouldn't be able to say it any other way, Justin. You are the epitome of amazing.