Organized religion is born of men.  Faith and inspiration are born of the Holy Spirit.  And so, the institution of religion must be tested against the Teaching.  We must ask the question still: In what leaders of religion hope for and work to achieve: Do they seek the glory of God or the glory of themselves?

My Blasphemy

Miserere mei, Deus

I pray to God, I'm not misunderstood

For I am the least of all

And even when your intentions are good

They pave the way to a fall

 

I saw the people standing 'round, inside St. Peter's Square

I tried to look into each face to maybe find you there

But you sat there perched upon your red and satin seat

Looking down on all the faithful gather at your feet

 

I asked myself how high on high do I have to reach

To understand the meaning of the parable you teach

About the fatted wolf dressed in silken shepherd's frock

Who prowls for power endlessly and preys upon his flock

 

I'm the least of all

But I ask the question still

How far is there to fall

Or have we done Thy will

 

I step inside the hallowed halls of a gilded church

Lost beneath the opulence, I am left alone to search

I wonder at the riches wrought from a pauper's stable

For the One who overturned the money changer's table

 

In his name you worship to justify the hearts of men

But raze the temple walls and He would raised it up again

If you want to stand before Him, now kneel down in prayer

For when three gather in His name, you will find Him there

 

I am the least of all

But I ask the question still

How far is there to fall

Or have we done Thy will

 

Miserere mei, Deus

 

I ask the question still

Have we done Thy will

Miserere mei, Deus

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