This was written after a three day bender....hadn't any sleep, was almost completely out of my mind. Staggered by a church ....went in.....knelt in a small chapel , was alone...strung out. Looking up at the crucifix i just kept repeating " Say the word, and i shall be healed, say the word and i shall be healed,....i felt it....i was crying, i felt less alone, i felt the spirit, i wrote a song about Jesus, and how He appears and disappears in and out of my life, seemingly like a ghost at times, like a shadow on the street....He's always around....but sometimes it doesn't feel like it.....