Em         Bm
   I began to warm and chill
   Em         Bm
   To objects and their fields
   Em              Bm
   A ragged cup, a twisted mop
   Em                Bm
   The face of Jesus in my soup
   Em             Bm
   Those sinister dinner deals
   Em                 Bm
   The meal trolley's wicked wheels
   Em            Bm
   A hooked bone rising from my
   Em                 Bm
   food.   All things good or ungood.

   Em
   And the mercy seat is waiting
   Em
   And I think my head is burning
   Bm
   And in a way I'm yearning to be
   D
   done with all this measuring of
   Dm
   truth,   An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
   F
   tooth,   And anyway I told the
   C                             Em
   truth,   And I'm not afraid to die.

etc.