I worship my own blood

Drink not that of Jesus

The church, the building-

I bear inside all this

I hear the prayers, the priests would say

But in my heart-

I make new meanings

I talk to God-on my own

I need not a church to teach me-

My love for God

I need not to hear stories of his glory

Because I know he is there

Hidden behind the church-

Living inside those who believe.