the laughter coming from the room
well beyond the gilded door
behind the multi colored windows,
the angels know the joke for sure
a pack of dogs go trotting by
smell the incense from within
the prayers of kind young men and women
God of mercy listens in
around the bend in this blue river
lies a white and sandy shore
we can kneel there at the alter
there are no pulpits on the moor
false prophets speak on every channel
screaming spewing spitting lies
all for profit all for power
they'll take it all and make you blind
close their lips O God in heaven
for they run off at the mouth
telling tales to raise blood money
in your Name they snort and pout!
walk with me dear near the river
far from satellites tv screens
bring a blanket so we won't shiver
God alone in a whisper speaks..
wkm
Nashville
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