Pages turning, people reading bibles, someone talking,
not saying anything.
Filled with himself, hearing himself speak, importance
not being conveyed to my spirit.
Just another person, wanting to lead, be in front,
trying to gather others to his beliefs, yet he's not
sure he believes what he is saying.
Using bible verses, quoting words, where is the feeling
he professes, of God's presence in the Holy Spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem