What you felt was a pinch of realism
in a world of cheapened orthodoxy
a pretty painted pew session
a fluffy feel good sentimentalist, sermon
a Baptist bus ride to summer camp
When i tell you the pitch was a fake
you will be turned from theology
but it's not the singer it's the song
It's not the made up miracle making machine
the magical mystery train
it is One.
There is one reason for belief
one season of honest relief
one valid opinion
among the screeching seething leeches
One stop between Heaven Hell and in-between.
One.
