It’s all love coos… a turtle dove!

He who vents anger towards god
And says he doesn’t exist…?
Couldn’t be more of a believer
Than he who goes church on Sunday
To validate a new growing faith
By praying like a shipmate a wreck
In a turning turbulent ocean
Looking for shelter, mouthing…
In the water whist he’s drowning
In the throes of his savior:
There’s no difference betwixt
These two’ it’s all love.
It’s all love, it’s all love
Coos… a turtle dove!