“Dig,
where an idol’s worshiped, madness rules; please, don’t ya choose
a savior-substitute! When, desperate souls become an idol’s fools,
that idol still ain’t gonna give a hoot! An idol cannot care, it’s
got no heart; a human can approximate that state. An idol’s got no
brain, it isn’t smart! Let’s love and pray, the hour’s getting
late! We’ve got ta turn our Ship of State around, stop sailing off
ta savage other lands! In Beauty, Love, and Truth the Christ is
found, in every human heart that understands! Which shall I choose,
the Lord, or something else? Will I decide ta love, or just not care?
Am I ta share, or just indulge my self? If we’d have peace, the
path we must prepare!”
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