THE MAKER

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Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night

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I stand with arms wide open

I've run a twisted line

I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes

I could not feel for the fear in my life

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From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light

Saw Jean Baptiste walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep

I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away

I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

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Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters

Standing there with broken wings

I have seen the flaming swords

There over east of eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

Burning in the eyes of the Maker

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Oh, river rise from your sleep

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Daniel Lanois

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ATHEISTS DON'T HAVE NO SONGS

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Christians have their hymns and pages,

Hava Nagila’s for the Jews,

Baptists have the rock of ages,

Atheists just sing the blues.

Romantics play Claire de Lune,

Born agains sing He is risen,

But no one ever wrote a tune,

For godless existentialism.

For Atheists,

There’s no good news,

They’ll never sing a song of faith.

For atheists,

They have a rule,

The “he” is always lowercase.

The “he” is always lowercase.

Some folks sing a Bach cantata,

Lutherans get Christmas trees,

Atheist songs add up to nada,

But they do have Sundays free.

Pentecostalists sing they sing to heaven,

Coptics have the books of scrolls,

Numerologists can count to seven,

Atheists have rock and roll.

For Atheists,

There’s no good news,

They’ll never sing a song of Faith.

In their songs,

They have a rule,

The “he” is always lowercase.

The “he” is always lowercase.

Christians have their hymns and pages,
Hava Nagila’s for the Jews,
Baptists have the rock of ages,
Atheists just sing the blues.
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Catholics dress up for Mass,

And listen to, Gregorian chants.

Atheists just take a pass,

Watch football in their underpants.

Watch football in their underpants.

Atheists, Atheists, Atheists,

Don’t have no songs!
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Steve Martin

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