The Lord is my vending machine,
I shall not be in want,
He makes me to lie down on king size beds,
He leads me beside new swimming pools,
He restores my wallet.
He guides me on paths of self-righteousness,
For my name's sake.

Even though I walk,
Through the ghetto of Silicon Valley,
I will feel no discomfort.
For you are with me,
In my new Ferrari and mace spray,
They comfort me.

You prepare a table before me,
In the presence of my Outback Steakhouse.
You anoint my bread with garlic,
My champagne overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me,
All the days of my life,
and I dwell in my three story house,
Until I get a bigger one.

I don't feel at home where I am,
or where I spend time; only where,
beyond counting, there's freedom and calm,
that is, waves, that is, space where, when there,
you consist of pure freedom, which, seen,
turns that Gorgon, the crowd, to stone,
to pebbles  and sand . . . where life's mean-
ing lies buried, that never let one
come  within cannon shot yet.
From cloud-covered  wells untold
pour color and light, a fete
of cupids and Ledas in gold.
That is, silk and honey and sheen.
That is, boon and quiver and call.
That is, all that lives to be free,
needing no words at all.

Battle thrones are waged and lost
The tables turn and then get tossed
Aside for five hundred years or more
A settlement of ancient score
That leads him on the road to ruin
Destiny that ends too soon
A failing grace of innocence
A flesh that falls of insistence
In time we dine on silver plates
And carve into the light that waits
Upon the hill of lovers gates
And time will tell what faith it shakes
That gets into your head at last
A fake revenge that goes around
And comes around to make no sound
That government that holds its grip
And power that never seems to slip
In truth it sits on hollow ground
All set to fall without a sound
Into the hole that the people dig
To keep them all from getting sick
That fills in tight with everything
You keep in mind and then you sing
Of grace that kills the song of kings
In time it might come here to die
The love that lives comes here to cry
The tears that get you oh so high

Where do we go from here....
      Constantly living in fear
            Why is our world in danger so much.....
                   Leaving everyone shedding a tear?

Who can we trust today.....
      When did things become this way.....
             How do we live a fearless life,
                   Pretending everything is okay.

Do not go out alone....
       Before dark you should be home-
              Lock all your doors, turn on the lights,
                    You live in a danger zone.

With prayers someday we'll be free....
        of a worriesome life, you'll see.....
                Free to take a walk alone again
                       in a world make for you and me.