I can’t bring back the dead
Or give sight to the blind
The only truth that I know
Is “you’ve got to be kind”
I won’t hang from your cross
And my blood is not wine
No sweet sacrament
No fruit of the vine
I don’t walk on water
For the river is dry
So Father, forgive me
And Mother, don’t cry
Sweet sisters and brothers
Why are you looking above
When hidden inside you
Is the secret to love
It’s not in your scriptures
Or the stories you’ve told
Not stored in some vault
With your treasures of gold
Put all your commandments
Away on some shelf
Try loving your neighbor
As much as yourself
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