My God is a Woman

I cannot relate to you

The things I know are not quite true

No matter what I say or do

I must remain anonymous

Only allow me to sit in your pew

I'll empathize with our fallen testimony

I'll gaze up, eyes shining and listen to you

Tell me how, teach us we are new

Transformed and at peace with our troubles

Ready to grow and ready to follow

For "He" is greater than our fear

And has graciously made our roles so clear

Now, emerging from this caterpillar journey 

I will not stand still

You have allowed me to teach a class 

And testify at will. . .

Remind me that there's room to grow and knowledge to gain from each other

So I must be sure to stay with the fallen and learn from my brother

Hey, brother 

I have gained so much from what you're pleased to say

It's been years now 

I am committed and plan only to stay

May I address the congregation? I have some words to teach

Experience and study have taught me much and I think I'm ready to preach.

Today I learned another thing that scholasticism reinforces

Tradition, with a hint of point of view that one can barely notice:

I cannot relate to you

The things I know are not quite true

No matter what I say or do

I must remain anonymous