Warfare Spirituality

I stutter when I try
To speak the language of life
I want to shout out loud
But I just cry inside
Sometimes it feels so holy
Sometimes so absurd
So who am I to try and
Put that into words

I am nothing
But the angels sometimes whisper in my ears
Yeah, they tell me things
And then they disappear
Though I am nothing
Sometimes I like to make believe
I hear

I stumble when I try
To walk the straight and narrow
I’ve heard it said, God’s eye
Is on the lowly sparrow
Who, in spite of everything will sing
For all he’s worth
Sometimes you know
I feel exactly like that bird

I am nothing
But the angels sometimes whisper in my ears
Yeah, they tell me things
And then they disappear
Though I am nothing
Sometimes I like to make believe
I hear

I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing