This is what it is

You may call it crazy,

I call it praise.

You may call us fish-out-of-water,

I call us God's worship warriors.

You may call it a foreign language,

I call it speaking with new tongues.

You may call us snake players,

I call us devil conquers.

You call us different,

I call us equal.

You call us boring,

I call us holy and pure.

Everything you say is opinion and opinion doesn't matter.

Everything I declare is facts, and I declare it true.

(Pentecostal poem)

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