In religion we have doubters and these doubters stand their ground
looking wise and all confused because they are.
Let's remember Father Moses as he stood there, on the mound
gave his sermon and the echo carried far.
Come my children said the prophet and embrace your brothers too
let no odour turn your nostrils from your love,
turn your cheek to show the masses what a Christian, just like you
take commands not from your kind but from above.
Shun your hatred, help the poor and take the lame across the road
see the smile as it descends upon a face,
hold your journey, smell those flowers, say hello to the small toad
be the leader and demand that we keep pace.
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