Towering above and beyond…

Sometimes I feel so dirty
Unworthy of a human body
Sometimes I want to pray or preach
Sometimes I want to hide out of reach
Sometimes I want to cry like a baby
In the womb, imagine I’d never been
And how much happier I’d of been
Never to of been born…
But life, life is here to be witnessed
Here with Him and with all others
So here I am to listen and see
Here to judge without judging
Each witness has to have faith
For faith is a plunging stone
Raised up to be a mountain
Above and behind a veil of clouds,
Towering above and beyond, all flowers.