A poem/song

[hot_foot_steph]

Less Than A Child, by me

Jesus would you stop
These voices in my head?
And tell me I've got
Nothing to lose.

Yeah, I've got nothing to lose.

Make me stop breathing
Start interceding
Let life leave me alone

'Cause Radiohead's not making sense (and not making sense is what's "in" these days)
And Christmas Eve is tomorrow
Thanks, but no thanks, I don't want to look like her
And I don't want to read that.

Britney's kissing Madonna
And I keep getting in car wrecks
You might come back tomorrow
And I think I might be scared of God

Make me stop breathing
Start INTERCEDING
And let this world shut its mouth

Send me a letter
Sign it "Yours truly"
And tell Sigmund Freud he was right

I can't stop. No I can't stop
Running away from my imagination
...'cause this is real, I think

Start interceding, and sing me a song that I understand

Because my faith is less than a child's.