When you give yourself over to a void, do not be surprised by the vast sucking sound you hear...
I wrote some lyrics about the manipulation of "true believers" (and yes, they usually give permission).
Clap your hands, rise up and sing out!
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Evangelical Blues
Let me tell you a little story...bout the children of the Lord, yeah
Let me tell you this little story, how the children lost their way...
They rise up, Lord, the congregation
They rise up to greet the sky
They will find their way to eternal grace
They will live after they die, Lord
Live in peace up in the sky
They will live after they die, Lord
Live in peace up in the sky
In the good book He spoke of the poor, Lord
The poor, the sick and lame
What you do to the least of them
You do to Him the same
What you do to the least of them
You do to Him the same
But they could not see God in everything
They were blind, they could not see
The Lord come a beggar, full of sores and woe
The Lord they could not see
When you cannot see the Lord
You are blind and cannot see
Be 'ye all fishers of men
Take charge of your own fate
Take the word to the people
And don't forget the bait
The preacher, he was a firebrand
He lit the halls aflame
The preacher told the congregation
The devil is to blame, Lord
The preacher told the congregation
The devil is to blame
The preacher, he had a friend in town
A man from old DC
He passed out candy for the little ones
He said God could surely see
God could surely see his man
Was chosen, one of us
Come on righteous followers
Climb aboard our bus
Raise your hands unto the Lord
And climb aboard our bus
Vote for the chosen born again
Vote for this man of God
We will give to you America
Vote for the man of God
We will give to you America
Vote for the man of God
Beware, in New Jerusalem
Burning in sacred light
They used the followers of Christ
They lied to them, they lied
They lied, and used, abused the Lord
And turned their hearts to stone
The poor, the sick were left to die
And God was all alone
And God was left upon the hill
And God was all alone
High upon the Golden Hill
What did it mean to die
Upon the cross a universe
Upon our knees to cry
The man in DC took you down
The garden path for sure
The followers of Jesus Christ
Traded poison for the cure
The heart of love forgotten now
Poison for the cure
You have been used
You have been wronged
The Kingdom is on fire
Jesus, He cried out to you
But you listened to the liars
Jesus, He cried out to you
But you listened to the liars
In the good book He spoke of the poor, Lord
The poor, the sick and lame
What you do to the least of them
You do to Him the same
What you do to the least of them
You do to Him the same
They could not see God in all things
They were blind, they could not see
The Lord come a beggar, full of sores and woe
The Lord they could not see
When you cannot see the Lord
You are blind and cannot see
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Image "Night at Golgotha" from here.
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More stuff along this theme can be found here and here and here and here...
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No Deities were harmed in the writing of this post.
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