Peter Like Disciples

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