Finding Our Way

Damn all the judges who once thought they knew

Those free of grudges i fear are too few

And less still is many and some far too much

Limping along on a gold plated crutch

How does one listen when deafened by you

How does one wisen in the absence of truth

How does on strengthen in the age of the meek

When the dams and the walls that you build

Start to leak

Let every moment be filled with grace

Don't let tomorrow just be another day

We've come too far to suffering fools

And we're much too young for these old rules

God knows what's in your heart

So you can stay home from church

Who will survive the end of the world

We have a way of finding our way home