All Good Books

If Jesus could hear this now

Bending all his words of which he's proud

Where the carpenter was only making invitations

Voicing the opinions of others



Sending down a word that travels well

Only as a vessel as a bell

And the violence you've mistaken

In the words you took to be taken

And the images of hatred

Against all that we're worth

All that you love

All that you give

All we hold dear



If Mohammed could see us now

Shaking down the walls but not as prayer

And the power games that play out

And the lies that come within out

Against all we are worth

All we hold dear

All that is true

All that we love

All we dream of

All that you give