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As the chills and goosebumps ran up my sleeve
The spirt moved deep somewhere within me
Not to dance in the rows and pews
Rather stare in quiet reflection at the stain glass hews
Brown and blue, John, Jesus, the River Jordan
Above me in church on another Sunday mornin’
Where I was hit with a Déjà vu/epiphany
This life on earth is more than a gift to me
The Holy trinity appeared and I was blinded and humbled
Like the pastor preached my burdens and fears instantly crumbled
An out of body experience that I can’t truly explain
Everything you think you know is actually quite insane
All the dogma and history we were taught got it all wrong
We’re not alone in this universe but you already knew that all along
