May Your Good Lord Songtext

von Midge Ure

When you hold your hands out may your good Lord show a sign
And when you seek forgiveness may your good Lord take the time
May your good Lord talk to mine

When you light a candle may your good Lord see it glow
Shining through the darkness may your good Lord make it grow
To cast a light across the land from killing fields to dessert sands
From distand shores to where I stand
Will your good Lord make it so

And after all I think and do, I can't believe that this is true

If I cry out treason will your good Lord make them pray
All those men of reason, leading nowhere lost their way
Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the streets,
Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day

And after all I said and done, I can't believe our gods are one
Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the streets
Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day

What would it take to take a hold
A shepherd searching for a fold
The greatest story ever told
Somebody's lying

If I believed in something would your good Lord make it true
Give me the sword of justice, show me the hate to put it through
Cut down the bitter tears, the sleepless night, the waking fears
The empty words the silent tears, would your good Lord love me too ?