making it about you
is their road to Damascus
not to meet Paul but to rob Peter

it is not about you
for some were only brought
to help throw more scales in their eyes

you were near Jerusalem
seen how they pull down temples
and worshipped the idols of Baal in oil

you know they speak in lucre
as they divide lands in ****** spoils
and carry your fathers to sire traitors for olives

you know the lay of the land
tasted the milk of sorrowful forfeitures
as they eat your soul and feed it back to you

forced to take their silver
as they use your voice and raid flesh
you become a crusader in the crucifixion of your mind

it is never about you
for your tale is also my story
but I drink the blood of my ancestors
and in crowning glory witnessed Messiahs ascent

go find your peace
but know the burning bush
reveals no saving visions on snow hills
we may meet in Galilee or near the banks of Jordan
but know I know its not about you for your story is my story