Oh God, when did I think I’d be here
Smirking about my past trespass
Entering into a friendly chit-chat
I hold onto my secrets
It wasn’t a very long time ago
And really, everything’s changed
But here in my heart the room looks the same
Am I supposed to feel ashamed?
Oh God, when did I think I’d be here
Fondly recalling my past trespass
Entering into this heart-to-heart chat
You’re pulling out my secrets
It wasn’t a very long time ago
That I made my mistakes
Now you’re telling me in the present tense
That they’re still being made, they’re still being made
Oh God, when did I think I’d be here
Trying to outlast my past trespass
Trying to survive this disarming chit-chat
I’m chafing at my regrets
Don’t it suffice that my sisters don’t speak to me
I got it coming, my stigma is choking me
Are you a prophet
Am I my own enemy?
Why’d you choose talking with this bad seed
Oh God, when did I think I’d be here
Trying to outlast my past trespass
Trying to survive this disarming chit-chat
And you know all of my secrets
Oh God, when did I think you’d be here
Come down from the mountain
Entering into this kindest chat
You’re letting go my regrets
And oh God, when did I think you’d be here
Come down from Jerusalem
Looking in my eyes and showing me that
I’ve been removed from my regret
Copyright © 2007, 2015 Rachel Zylstra
From The Tacit Turn, 2015