Saint Francis

St. Francis walking on the water
All his lambs have gone to slaughter
All the creatures who receive his grace
You can see them all in his haggard face

St. Francis begging at your doorway
You want to let him in but what will the neighbors say
You know you can't go on but you can't give up
And he answers you with his begging cup

St. Francis sitting at your table
A cup of tea among the faithful
Behind a wall that's made of little lies
Much to your surprise you start to cry

By these wounds you will be whole again
By these signs you will know
You'll feel a stirring in your soul again
'Til sweet amnesia takes a hold

Saint Francis sleeping in the meadow
His halo is a raven's shadow
He's been sleeping for 800 years
In a potter's field full of sparrow's tears

And while we sleep and dream of heaven's gates
Down here on earth the old man waits