Church

I found my God In a sunset over the Grand Canyon When I was seventeen And afraid of love I'm still afraid But religion's abandoned the Canyon And taken residence in your bedroom Your pillow is my altar I kneel and pray My hand on your chest The blanket tangled in our legs Light a candle for our Tuesdays Our fifth blocks And Saturday afternoons Put a thumb to my forehead And bless me Perform your sermons alongside mine And introduce me to the Savior Between your sheets