Waiting for an explanation from God is
not like waiting
for a bus.
It's not like waiting for the
phone to ring.
It's more like having a mouthful of dust
on a hot summer day
in Selma, Alabama.
Waiting for an explanation from God is
like
writing f*cked-up poetry
to yourself.
at 2 a.m.
in
your
underwear.
Yep, that's what waiting for an explanation
from God
is like.
oh I know that mouth full of dust on a hot day in Alabama and another ridiculously hot hell day in Texas!!
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