I go to church on a Sunday. The vows that I make. I break them on Monday. The rest of the week. I do as I please. Then come Sunday morning. I pray on my knees.
Ohhhh yea. . Uhhhhh. . What kind of God can make the morsels of snow, fall from a gray sky. What kind of God can weave the tapestry of a rainbow, and sketch it into a wet sky.