Jesus does not live within the church
Like the wild birds of the sky he’s free
Jesus is in no parrot with a perch
Nor does he require a bended knee
In the ancient buildings there’s some air
Quiet years of prayer have left a mark.
Yet its sad destructions caused despair.
The abbot of old Glastonbury stark
The restless ashes spread as in the air
The winds of love are heartless yet demure
Would it be a way to make things fair?
If there is a God he must be there.
Not with those who scandal eyes the poor
Soon they’ll have no shoes nor much to wear
Whores do not pay tax, oh what allure.
Christ and Mary Magdalene come by
How economics causes men to lie
The power of mathematics made the bomb
Soon the the earth shall burn to kingdom come.
How my heart sings 