The words of the spirit
Without meaning yet we speak the sweet language of the spirit.
Without understanding yet we know that we’re being conformed. To something new irregular, abnormal.
The normalcy of the followers of christ.
We speak, we thirst, we drink.
And we know we’ve drunk when we thirst for more.
Like drunk men we jump in to the rivers of life to drown, never to recover.
We leave Everly empowered to do that which he called us to do
That which he did before us.
The words of the spirit.
We speak we thirst we drink
Pour us a cup of the spirit
Let’s get drunk shall we?