Your love mine and  all the earth’s divine

When we think of what’s inside  our skin
The sacred heart and the  most precious blood
The fire that burns alone without  new wood
The still small voice, the  mind and soul within

The systematic violence  of our kin
The  burning  church, the  holy books in flames
While  the leaders swagger  and play games
Unmoved, they kill  our culture as  protection

Yet the mother  will protect her child
Would that we could do the same for all the world
Your love mine and  all the earth’s divine
Would that we  had not  so long defiled.

And as the curtain falls across the stage
Would that  life was real and we engaged