Inherit the truth
  whatever it may be
For though men ****
  in the name that is he
It will never **** that is he
  for if he that is exists
Then the history of man's rise
  with clinched fists
Is irrelevant to he that is
  because he that is lives
In the believing heart
  that is and only gives
No matter the province of Caesar
  holding his grudge
On earth not in heaven
  where he that is may judge
Against those who reject
  instead of accept
The truth that was written
  by men who wept
But not in sorrow
  but instead with joy
For the truth as revealed
  was not a fire to destroy
But a fire burning within
  from breathing air whole
Instead of mother water
  for he was a fisher of souls
Yet you nibble at the lure
  of world *******
A tragic trail of human evil
  swallowing mountains
Peace, fishes and loaves
  children, animals and truth
Skin different than your own
  things taught to our youth
Until questions of conscience
  from the mouths who suffer
Swallowing instead swords
  than injure another
Judging only themselves
  knowing that to live right
No matter time passing
  is well pleased in his sight
For what treasury of satisfaction
  can be measured once
Or eternal like the stars
  under which a mariner hunts
For his own nature and image
  before his God
And why his fears of creation
  stain the holy sod
Yet the word lays before you
  pure as new
The sum of what God has placed
  inside his shoe
You see his strength of belief
  hidden inside his fear
As are yours of differences
  forever far and near
Yet what is the still night
  and the quiet moon
Is it not the honor of worship
  reserved for high noon
Along with the mid of night
  for it is he of the life he gave
And only you who obeys the soul
  that he would save
For in this life whether he is risen
  in books or by the spirit
It is not yours to bring death
  upon the path you did not inherit