My soul pours into the ground,
absorbing the energy.
I begin to patter my way down the middle of a Highway,
buckets being poured over my head,
an audience clapping,
while i dance on hot coals.
Again my feet hit the road with a splash,
and I fly through the wall of water,
as hail pounds my hands.
Laughter pierces my ears as I slip,
but I do not land on the ground.
I land in a cloud.
To be poured down upon the crowd,
my tears stain the soaked lane.
Then I stand,
on Feltner Road.
And let God’s tears,
soak through my skin.