I met a girl before I met Jesus

Before I heard any preaching

I saw the embodiment of the eternal pulpit

From which no sermons were dispersed

And to which my approach could be in verse

A fair share of heaven weighing in on the weight of my earth

I got to understand prayer to be a verb

No denomination, just domination of all that was divisible in this man

I met no angel. I only met a girl with the infinite imprint of a woman

I was lost, yet to her I surrendered me, myself and the whole band

Unawares that being found in her meditations would lead me to His hand

On the road to eminent destruction,

It was this detour that led me to my cross

With no honour to my name, I accepted this obstruction

Which armed me with wine so that these bitter waters I could cross