God wasn't in the crusades He isn't in the killing of weapons men made He didn't solicit the death of millions He doesn't reside in the tyranny of man He doesn't just steal loved ones away He isn't in the evil committed in his name We have twisted his message of love to fit our needs For control and bringing others to their knees His message wasn't meant to enslave but to free To serve and bring revival to the powers that be So before we preach of Gods indecency We have to look within God didn't fail mankind We failed him
The mountains cry in refreshing joy the rivers brimming the sun is grinning upon thatched roofs and runaway hoofs beyond the mills across the hills....
Oh my happy spring What news you bring of buds and bees and spreading leaves the air flowing crisp in manner brisk beyond the mills across the hills...
No one now by the fire place except vivid colours and your smiling face but thoughts pacing and heart racing beyond the mills across the hills...
The winter dying with glaciers crying the earth reborn in singing form but the snow has left with your last breath beyond the mills across the hills...