“Spirit” by Dennis Glanville


As the spirit passes through,
Out of me and into you.
Can you feel just what I meant
By sin? Do you repent?
Is it the fear of eternal flame
That makes you scream and curse my name?
Or is it your own sense of guilt
Over love abandoned or milk you spilt?
I've felt it far too often in my time on Earth.
It lets you know the nothing you're truly worth.
It leaves you helpless and full of hate.
It leaves you wondering if it's far too late.
Maybe it is.
Maybe it's not.
Maybe you've felt this all before
And maybe you've forgot.
Maybe it's all another lie I use to
Keep you from feeling free.
As the spirit passes through,
Out of you and into me.