All Good Books

If Jesus could hear us now Bending all his words Of which he's proud But the carpenter was only Making invitations Voicing the opinions of others Sending down a word That travels well Only as a vessel As a bell And the violence you've mistaken In the words you took to be taken And the images of hatred Against all that we're worth All that you love All that you give All we hold dear If Mohammed could see us now Shaking down the walls But not as prayer And the power games that play out And the lies that come within out Against all we are worth All we hold dear All that is true All that we love All we dream of All that you give