A man he told me, 2003 when preaching from a carved-out wooden pulpit, that I could be saved by his deity.
His puckered mouth, his eyes screwed up, he knew it.
This healer, she said, "You've got to have faith, be nobler in your heart, beware of the dagger.
You just need to feel, to focus and feel, be at one with your God and light up the world."
Well you can let the blind lead the blind and the future will be safe in your hands,
And as she exhaled, cross-legged and cleansed, I heard a quiet whimper from the distance.
A small boy in rags said, "I'm not very well. You don't know what it's like.
Go home because we closed our eyes." And let the blind lead the blind and the future will be safe in their hands.
This small girl. She said, "My Daddy's not here -a boy who had a gun came in on Thursday."
With stripes on his arm and God in his heart,
He stood there very still for a second then he closed his eyes and let the blind lead the blind and the future will be safe in your hands.
Writer(s): Jez Taylor, Tony Plato, Paul Bateman, John Robert Matthias
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