The Book of John
Words and music by Jenn Lindsay


Your book of John, it feels so wrong
Each verse I read is damning me
I try to find my way inside
But itís not the answer and anyone who says it is baffles me.

The book we read is awkward indeed
It holds you up; it burdens me
I am on the outside
Reading words that hurt to read. Your holy creed laughs at me.

Whatís all this talk about truth?
Whatís all this talk about the Father?
Whatís with the words coming all out of order
As if to confuse us intentionally?
Whatís with the words coming all out of order

The book of John has dark legacies
Not all new life, not all good things.
I think I wanna stay outside
Of the book of Pandora and all of its problems,
The wars and the famines, the ghettoes and pogroms,
Of hating my family, hating disbelievers,
Loving a cryptic and confusing leader
Not to mention its use in the passage of history
Where the word and the truth lead:
Itís not for me.

Whatís all this talk about truth?
Whatís all this talk about the Father?
Whatís with the words coming all out of order
As if to confuse us intentionally?
Whatís with the words coming all out of order