Crusader Will: Gimme that Old Time Religion

AM+DG

 

True is true, and false is false.

Take me back to the Church of my  youth.

There can be found what’s needed underground,

With the old brought out instead of the new,

And tabernacle veils out in full view,

And I’m all God’s in spirit and truth

Where there’s statues on altars and flowers in bowls,

Thuribles ablaze with smoking coals,

Pretty little bells and holy water shells,

And I’m all God’s in spirit and truth.

 

 

 

 

We trusted our instructors

To maintain their integrity,

But the longer we probe, the stronger has grown

Our sense of futility.

 

My bones shriek out

The juggernaut rout

Of the high-minded lead we once received.

But keep searching on

And see how much has gone

Between the launching of the scam

And the bursting of the dam,

And what scope’s there now for spirit and truth

 

Where women are women and men are men,

With nothing in between beyond our ken,

And nothing untoward from the huckster’s hoard,

And we’re all God’s in spirit and truth,

Spirit and truth, spirit and truth.