Jesus talks in rednTo separate the things He saidnEvery night I readnAnd memorized the famous partsnJust before I’d go to bed nnAll the rest appeared in blacknAs the authors recallednThe best they could while looking backnSo careful not to confusenThe difference between the twonDon’t speak for HimnHe won’t speak for you nnYou can try, but you won’t pin this on menYou were broken before we came to benDon’t you dare claim to know what He wants for you nnYou stopped by to talknSuggesting that we take a walknThen you delivered the newsnThe reasons that you gave amazednI wished they’d heard the quotes you’d used nnAfter all the time we spentnDodging pressure to bendnHow could this be heaven sent?nAnd the church we passed bynFor three years I triednBut couldn’t bear to set foot inside nnTen years onnI think the anger’s finally gonenSince then I’ve learnednTo separate the things He saidnFrom all the phrases you have turned nnNow it’s clear that we just weren’t meant to be nBut not for reasons you gave me nn