You think they'll hit you but they won't

You think they nest in your hair but they don't

You think that feathers is what they got

You think they are a bird, but they are not

The old adage Blind as a bat

The truth is they can see, but not as good as you and me

I used to think that God was always serious

And I could walk the fence, I must have been delirious

I wonder if he laughs

I guess that I'm just curious

The God Jehovah is not feathers, wood, or stone

The Word became flesh and ascended to the throne

He walked the Earth like you and me

And dwelling in our hearts is where we wants to be