"That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God rains out"
I think the concept that God made us and that whatever we do or say has traces of God is pretty interesting and controversial.
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