Christian Girl

Gotta fit this missionary club
Fit this mould
This mould of Christian Culture and language.
I'm too bloody familier with it to be the least bit comfortable.
I don't want to use worn out
Dried up
Whithered old words
Which have completely lost their meaning
After a lifetime of hearing and not understanding...
Far off airy fairy concepts which were beyond me as a kid,
And seemed to stay in that first impression box of “too hard to grasp” as the years rolled by;
Yet the words come so familier to my tongue
If my brainwashed mind recognises the right context...
GIVE ME REALITY!
Give me REAL life God!
Please.
I can't hack this intangible
Ungraspable
Spiritual
Floaty sensationalism.
Give me something true and real and thick and solid to hold onto and not let go of.
I'm babbling and drifting with my mind.
Are You following?
Do you care?
You can hear my mind every second.
Why do you want to hear what You already know?
You must get so bored God, knowing everything already.
I don't get it.