Jumbled

I set to discourse on my God. My thesis was His name.
But Jeff Garcia spoke up first, and I jumbled my words.
The Scarlet Thread became "Scarlet Begonias."

I bowed my head to lift a hymn of deepest mystery.
"Amazing Grace" and "My Sweet Lord" were fused and then were blurred.
Was Newton or was Harrison more ashamed?

Finally, I recognized the truth is not from me.
The word of God must come from God so it is not impured.
The uncultured, uneducated Truth is sitting on my shelf.