ALONE He is one he is alone I am one one of many we are of him but he is not of us He is alone there must be such sadness in greatness such despair in perfection He is alone If I could take him to my breast and kiss his worried brow I would make a solemn vow that in my arms he’d always rest and never be alone now in our time we can not touch for kindness breeds distrust we must arrest the urge to reach for the distressed forsake the burdened stranger leave him bereft of comfort’s warm caress still we will never be alone there must be such sadness in greatness such despair in perfection such grand isolation he is alone If I could take him to my breast I’d make for him a home and fill it up with sons, and daughters whose voices sang like river waters who were not afraid to touch or give themselves to every troubled heart with love and bare up the hallowed olive branch and tend the faultless dove on muscle, blood, and soul, and bone on wife’s devotion, mother’s love, and blessed home I would make my solemn vow that he would never be alone he would be my joy, and pride and that would be my sin (so) in the whole of me I ache with what I know that when I die I’ll go to him but he will always be alone

the bread in my mouth turns to flesh the wine in my cup turns to blood and I am full of life, and light, and love I am not afraid of the end of days I’m not afraid of the end of time I don’t need a ladder to heaven I’m not gonna need to climb I’m gonna hum along with six of them trumpets I’m gonna hold hands with all of them woes I’m gonna sing with all my heart when that seventh trumpet blows the bread on my tongue just turns to flesh the wine is divine blood that washes all the dirt from off my soul I’m not afraid of the ways of satan but I’m a little bit fearful of my lord I’m not afraid of lesser demons they’ll all just fall beneath my jesus mighty sword I’m not afraid of diggin in the dirt not afraid of fallin in the mud standin up and stumblin through the chapel door I just fall down on my knees I just fall down to the floor I kiss the cloth, and cross myself and feel myself refreshed cause the bread inside my mouth just turns to radiant flesh the wine is blood divine that washes all the the dirt from off my soul

Hands Around the Table cast away the tragedy, and sorrow that you carried in your arms cast away the doubts, and thoughts that do you harm and hold your hands around the table be a single voice that sings and brings his blessing down upon your souls cast away your bitterness, and anger cast away your slavish love for gold your bounty’s so much more than loaves, and fishes you’ve come here to bring gentleness, and love to every hand you hold you hold around the table hold your hands around the table be a single voice that sings and brings the fullness of his comfort down upon your (weary) souls and know with perfect faith that you are more than able to live within delight, and brotherhood with your hands around the table come take my hand take my brother’s hand take my sister’s hand take my mother’s hand take my father’s hand and hold our hands around the table

keep em in your mind you better love the needle you better love the junkie you got to keep em in your mind you got to keep em both in your mind better love the vermin better love the swine keep em in your mind better keep em all in your mind eat the fruit but love the rind keep em in your mind cause flowers don’t need your love endless sky don’t need your love angels don’t need your love even god don’t need your love cast away your fear Don’t rest your love on something near cast away all your derision and trade it for a fairer vision of all men freed from flawed men’s judgments Love the man who strikes his brother down the hand that shakes the faultless babe in it’s sleeping gown keep em in your mind keep em all in your mind love the unrepentant thief and the man whose only love is wine. keep em in your mind keep em all in your mind give your love to that fallen angel a sadder heart you’ll never find don’t rest your love on plates of plenty but on the hearts of those maligned by a world that casts its judgments before it offers shelter or shepards all the blind rest your love on the serpent’s head on the slowly dying and the living dead love those of us down in the gutter as you love the one above love the filthy pigeon just as you love the dove beat your hand against the awful wall just as others beat their book shout not for your transgressor’s head but offer him a gentle hand and from your eye a loving look fortune doesn’t need your love nor prosperity, or gain the son of god don’t need your love better save it for the rain cast away your hatred cast away your fear rest your love on misery and not the joy that’s safe and near