In a prearranged marriage
The youth pastor from my parish
Pledged to marry the 10th grade girl from down the street
Strange way to start a song
Even stranger to belong
To that same youth group when I was just fifteen

To this day I still don’t understand
All the things that masquerade as God
But talk like businessmen

‘Cause tonight I swim in oceans untamed
She’s mine and I am hers
And we both float the same
And somewhere in the darkness
I hear you call my name
Saying “Meet me in the darkness.”
Meet me in the darkness

Missionary positions
Of the Spanish Inquisition
And apologetics that rarely apologize
Crucifix collisions
Paradoxical traditions
And theodicy that keeps me up at night

When the tide is full and I can’t sleep
I hear the deep is calling out the deepest parts of me

My glass house ammunition casts
The first stones of ambition past
The stained glass of the mission
Between Christendom and Christian
But at night I know the sun is still there
Even in the dark when I’m undone with despair
Where I sing these broken songs
Like a candle, like a prayer

“Meet me in the darkness”
Come meet me in the darkness
Meet me in the darkness

You meet me in the darkness