You came to my door with daughters in tow.
You wanted to share everything that you know.
You’ve got the map
You’ve got the plan
You know exactly where you stand.
You want to tell me all about what’s wrong and right.
You came to bring the proper light into my life.
But I don’t live I darkness.
I’m not so confused.
I don’t live by a book that serves so very few.
You came to share with me the absolute truth.
I tried to tell you that it’s all just a ruse.
But you wouldn’t go.
“The word makes it so.”
“But we only know what they want us to know.”
We stood and talked about the state of the world.
Through the rusty screen door I just stared at your girls:
Eyes cast down, no solitary sound.
Were we saying stupid things or were they profound?
I hope your words endure
I hope your daughters survive
I hope this crazy world
Doesn’t just eat them alive.
You came to my door this morning at ten
Talking about the final judgment of sin.
My future life: big Paradise
I can have it all if my faith is blind.
I hope your words endure
I hope your daughters survive
I hope this crazy world
Doesn’t just eat them alive.