Epistle

In the searchin' eyes of someone's daughter
There's a hope that maybe things'll change
Peace on earth will come and find us waiting
Unless, somehow, we've wandered out of range
Of salvation, mmmm

And to the church in Baltimore, a question:
What have you done to ease the pain of man?
I've heard you've given comfort to some sinners
But I'm afraid you just don't understand

To an orphan child dyin' of hunger
God is just a half a loaf of bread
Rise up from your hundred dollar table
Make sure your paroquet is fed

And don't forget to save a dime for Jesus
Don't forget who sent 'em all to war
Take a pill to ease the call of conscience
It's just a dream, it really can't be more

An' to your marchin' men in blue or silver
Everyone for peace is just a lousy red
You just can't seem to figure out the reason:
The answer lies in what the shepherd said

He said: "I'll choose you one out of a thousand
"Only two out of ten thousand more
"And you shall stand as one again
"On the sacred shores of the promise."

I am the sea an' you're a ragin' river
You are the sun, I'm a crystal fountain
Flowin' in the growin' love of livin'
Spirit guide us to the Holy mountain
Spirit guide us to the Holy mountain

I am you an' you are me an' all together, we are three
Shinin' in the night-time of our bein'
An' just in case our fathers have forgotten
Maybe we should help them understand

And to the church in Baltimore, a question:
What have you done to ease the pain of man?
What have you done to ease the pain of man?