Comments about Kelsey Clark
Message To Believers
A dry tear runs down my cheek
To be seen my no one. You see,
They are all watching, like dumb-founded sheep
Some snickering and some listening, not making a peep.
This is what makes my cry.
He stands on a great pedestal, high
Above the crowd his wild hands fly.
Slapping God's face side to side.
He says he is holy
He says he is pure,
But it's the way that he says it that makes me unsure.
For I've seen some touched
I've seen many healed
And they do not boast, their lips are sealed.
Some find it annoying; others become mad.
But to me the ...