Holy Ghost, give me the holy boldeness It don't matter to the young to the oldest
Jesus Christ holds it Holds what the truth
He's not made up like some Tooth Fairy like snatching your tooth
Wait, he holds the truth He is the truth
He's inside of me Kent like telephone booth
My roots are unseen protected from sending available troops
Angelelic, Lord tell it through me He's more real than the things you see
Moving matter to cause Came from the Father of Spirits
Still proving he exists Open your ears, you still can hear it