Sour Grapes

And the angel of the lord led me
Into the belly of the holy mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort
For I was as a child in the womb

And she bade me
"Peer through yonder portal
Which looked upon the heavens
And behold! A mournin' angel"

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon
Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path
Which led me five directions eight winters to east
And behold!
As my feet landed firmly upon the vital winter of the second score
There appeared before me a heavenly star

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath
And she spoke unto me saying;

"Fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below
For change is what we are my child

Righteous are those
Who look up and sway with the wind
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil
Who swim with the movement of the tides
Who seek the truth around them
And discover that we are
And have always been in paradise
The reflections of heaven on earth"
Amen!

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

And she spoke again saying
"Know, my child
That there is no devil seekin'
To cause guilt in the hearts to men

No evil, save blind faith, ignorance
And the desire for the unprepared
To blame others for the devastation
Left in the wake of change

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

Change, my child
Change is in the heavens
Change is on this earth
Change is all around us

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

And if we are reflections of the divine
We must roll with these changes
For we are these changes

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

Eyes wide open
We must look upon
The heavens as a mirror
Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing

And when the ship comes down my child
You will be there
A true and holy survivor
To inherit the kingdom of God

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

You will rise above the grumbles of the unprepared
To greet the new day
To drink from the sweet fruit of the vine
The water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child."

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)

Go now child
Tell them all
The ignorant
The blind paw of dogma
Blinded by faith

The doubters
The nay sayers
Tell them all child;

They cannot see the kingdom of God
They cannot see paradise unfold before them

(It's always gonna be sour grapes with you boy, until you get right with Jesus)

They cannot drink from the chalice
Which holds the blood of Christ, the water of life
Until they get right with Jesus
Until they get right with Jesus

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)

It's always gonna be
Sour grapes with you boy
Until you get right with Jesus
Amen!

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)