If God was real, he’d bring me back to you
Give me one last supper so I could nourish myself with your cooking
Let your wisdom guide me so I don’t take my free will for granted
He’d sacrifice his only son to let me experience a bond with my patriarch again
If God was real, we would have never parted
Yet every day, I pray that our connection could rekindle
I look in your eyes and see every regret you hold — the ache in my heart stops me from speaking
God the Father, where did my father go?
If Jesus was real, he’d bring me back to you
Let me get drunk off your humor rather than inebriated by His blood
Baptize me in a pool of your comfort instead of a sewage-ridden river
He’d let me see your smile again so I could take a picture with my eyes and lock you in my memory forever
If Jesus was real, we would have never parted
Yet every night, I wait at the crossroads and pray for the opportunity to give up my soul —
Just so I could be safe with you again
But no one comes — not Jesus, not the Devil, not him.
God the Son, will I ever find another son that makes me feel the way he did?
If the Holy Spirit was real, it’d bring me back to you
Show me the kid whose imagination would run wild
Tell the kid that authenticity, not assimilation, is his main priority
It’d nurture the kid and teach him to feel, not reject
If the Holy Spirit was real, we would have never parted
Yet every day, my eyes meet themselves in the mirror and I pray that a piece of the old me still remains
Throw me in a burning bush to remind me of the passion that lies within
God the Holy Spirit, will my spirit remain true?
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