Everytime you put a little spell on my sky
I realise that I need you to the day that i die
I need you to the day I die
I know your fingertips will paint me rainbows in the night
You’re my thunder my rain
Into darkness you bring light
Into darkness you bring light
Tell me who sent you?
Tell me who made you?
When I look at you I see
God is a woman
God must be a woman
A million of good reasons couldn’t take us apart
You moved into my body, my soul, my heart
I knew it from the very start
You singin' all the songs in my personal charts
You makin' me a planet in a world full of stars
In a world that is full of stars
God is a manifestation beyond our comprehension. God is never what we want but what we need, which is why those who accept their fate are small in number. Even after death, when we go to meet our maker, it will be what we imagined God as. So yes, God can be a woman, a man, a chimp, a T-rex, a rock, a straw, a pizza slice, a computer, a robot, a Lou Bega after all; it's only what we want to picture him as. The problem arises when a group of people believe god is an old man who gave a rebel against rome some "powers" or perhaps a guy lost in the desert with no hope of ever getting a girl, given "powers" to lead his people, and when those kinds of groups try to "spread the good word" by shoving their own beliefs down everyone else's throats, that's when the world is in a pickle.
I love this song. I died for four minutes once, and I saw God. Guess what. She's a woman. I wasn't on anesthesia or any drugs, so unlike people who die in the hospital and are shocked back to life, remember everything. God is a woman. F'reals.
