I'm simply imagining how God looks like
There's a question I've tried to answer for all these years, what does God look like
If I had found out the truth about me
I wouldn't go wandering,
Had I truly understood the roots of my origin, my life would be better now
But I've wandered like the wind that doesn't know where it's going
Like the waves on the sea it has been me tossed from religion to religion trying to find out the truth about me
Because I believe,
That the truth about me is hidden in a God whom I know is my deity so I'm trying to search for him because I wanna know the truth in him
And I believe,
That there's something greater than I that brought me into existence
Something that strethed out the ends of the earth
Printed beauty in the imaginary eye of a man so that they can cocreate, I mean I have to get over it.
But I found men skilled in deceit,
And they've told me the opposite of the truth instead of what God looks like.

I was told that he is the sun and that his ability to make creation survive is what makes him God.
I was told that this is the reason some of us worship on sun days, worshipping a god that has been idolized
I was told that sometimes he turns into a moon and sometimes a star
And that his ability to light on darkest days is what makes God
I was told this is why some of us base our fasting on the appearance of the new...