There's a reason for the evil in the world
The thing that God is building
Can't be built any other way
Character doesn't grow in a vacuum
Or in a goody-goody world
Got to fight it outside and in
In reverse order or it's just sin
So the world is full of many evils and -isms
Not the least of which is Pharisee-ism
Is anybody the real deal?
Yes, the dealer who looks at his own hands first
If you think THIS is preachy just look at my choir
Their faces are red(like mine)
We've been through THAT fire (and that fire goes on)
One day we'll make some very fine wheat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem