Mind and heart matter more than ancient ruins.
Lyrics: Gross
Music: Gross/Lee
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fiogf49gjkf0d King Solomon at the end of days
Surveyed the gathering men of war.
When I've gone to my Lord he said
Feed the hungry, clothe the poor.
But let my temple in Jerusalem
Sink unseen beneath the sand.
I hear the threat of distant thunder
I see the dark upon the land.
There is a field up in Megiddo.
Go build a pyre for the dead.
Then take me there to meet my fathers.
Bring sacred oil, anoint my head.
When I was young I built a temple
Let not a single stone remain.
For I was profligate and simple;
I was beautiful and vain
A single stone stands in Jerusalem
Where Jesus drank his bitter cup.
From that same stone Muhammad prayed
And bade his God to raise him up.
That stone is cold. It is insensible.
It has no wisdom and no voice
And all around two chosen peoples
Gather stones and make their choice.
I think I'm safe inside my home here
Not like our daughters and our sons
I hear the sound of distant thunder
But not the thunder of the guns.
If the spirit brings a vision
The sacred Ark set on a cart
I'll say my covenant enshrined in song
I keep it close inside my heart
And there is bread and there is wine here
To meet the night whenever it comes
I hear the threat of distant thunder
But not the thunder of the bombs.
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