E5         B5
   I began to warm and chill
   E5         B5
   To objects and their fields
   E5              B5
   A ragged cup, a twisted mop
   E5                B5
   The face of Jesus in my soup
   E5             B5
   Those sinister dinner deals
   E5                 B5
   The meal trolley's wicked wheels
   E5            B5
   A hooked bone rising from my
   E5                 B5
   food.   All things good or ungood.

   E5
   And the mercy seat is waiting
   E5
   And I think my head is burning
   B5
   And in a way I'm yearning to be
   D5
   done with all this measuring of
   D5
   truth,   An eye for an eye and a tooth for a
   F5
   tooth,   And anyway I told the
   C5                             E5
   truth,   And I'm not afraid to die.

etc.