Dust In The Water Poem by Michael Patrick King

Dust in the water
Pour'd on feet of clay
Cracks on the vessels
That have borne away
The Living Water
Whom the fires call
To testing of spirits
So inclined to stray

Dust in the water
In which there's still life
Mankind's dilution
Of God's holy Christ
Scratched on the ground
Or burning in the wall
The equation won't balance
Until it is right

Holy water is no witches' brew
No eye of tiger; no tail of newt
There is no magic to what it can do
But it's pure and undefiled by our minds and dreams
Pure and undefiled by our words and schemes
Pure and undefiled by the hands of men
Pure and unpolluted- free of every sin

Dust in the water more than spoils taste
It poisons those who drink it and when they're laid waste
Poisons those who brought it with the cold disgrace
Of those who changed money in the Temple hall
When the Giver of this Water order'd them to leave that place

Only holy water
Washes spirits clean
For any impurity
Would leave a stain
One man bore enough
To make virgins of us all
So we can enter Heaven
As children again