God Doesn't Teach In Sunday School

Sit there with that intolerable look upon your face.
I'll never know why you don't want to talk to me.
Your eyes are downcast, ignoring mine.
Turn up the volume, were just wasting time.
I seem to have hurt you.
Yet hard as a I try.
I just can't explain this.
And you won't tell me why.
I guess I should I know.
I'm sorry I don't.
Lies full of contractions.
Won't rebuild this home.
Trust is fragile.
Easy to break.
A second to shatter it.
A lifetime to make.