Sprituality Songs

Imagine John Lennon
Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the peopleLiving life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Count me in Wesley

JESUS WEPT

Ralph McTell

The day that Jesus arrived in Jerusalem,
The adventure almost over, the night he hadn't slept
Dreams and premonitions made him tired and emotional,
And that's why Jesus wept.

He wasn't scared of dying, he'd made that commitment
Fulfilling the old prophecy, his bargain he had kept
He was due some satisfaction, but he was deeply troubled,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Was this his true destiny, or could he still make changes,
Someone else's nightmare into which he'd stepped?
Damage limitation couldn't save the situation,
And that's why Jesus wept.

In his dream he saw the crusade and all wars that would follow,
Declared in his name when he thought he'd been direct
Love thy neighbour, do not kill, and turn the other cheek,
And that's why Jesus wept.

He saw the inquisition and the burning of the saints,
The conversion of the innocents he swore he would protect
He saw them bless the bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Though Peter would betray him, he made him the rock
On which he would build his church to sort of keep him in his debt
A man about to die is allowed some confusion,
And that's why Jesus wept.

He thought of his disciples, especially of Judas,
The job that was ordained for him and the reward he'd collect
He saw him in the tree with the silver coins around him,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Then he thought about the good times when he turned the tables over,
Chastised the money lenders and he earned the boy's respect
He was proud of Godly anger, but ashamed of manly temper,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Rumours started flying about water into wine,
Sight to the blind and that he'd even raised the dead
The biggest miracle was that anyone believed it,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Then he mused on human nature, how fickle were the public,
So ready to accept him, so quick now to reject
Where were the five thousand he fed with loaves and fishes?
And that's why Jesus wept.

In his dream he saw a garden with all his friends asleep,
He walked away the hours until the morning crept
He wondered would the nails hurt, would he be man enough?
And that's why Jesus wept.

Was he supposed to bear it like a man or like a God,
Would tears show a weakness or a strength by their effect?
Would they be viewed as compassion or failure and self-pity?
And that's why Jesus wept.

Then he saw his houses burning on both sides of a border,
Saw the guiltless suffer with the guilty and the rest
And when they called his name and he knew he couldn't help them,
That's why Jesus wept.

Then he saw two armies marching and he heard their crucifixes
Reduced to superstitious muted jangling round their necks
And he heard his name intoned as they interred their companion,
And that's why Jesus wept.

Then he thought about his mother and the stories she had told him,
Who'd filled his dreams with angels, put voices in his head
Then the scent of pine trees made him think of dear old Joseph,
And that's why Jesus wept.
That's why Jesus wept.


Pity the child A meditation on the environment—by Joseph R. Veneroso, M.M.

Jan 30, 2007 - Pity the child who never knew a time when air was clean and waters fresh,
the oceans blueand fields and forests living green.
Pity the people who can't recalla time when birds and fish
and wildflowers freely grew and mottled leaves would yearly fall for autumn's glory
and not for toxic soil or rain.
Pity the planet whose plight goes unnoticed or unbelieved,
whose noble fight to survive
fails not for lack of funds
or wide imaginings
but for far too many shrugsand jaded yawns.
Pity our Creator God
whose handiwork collapses
under the strain,whose Eden groans,
gasps and finally dies
leaving choirs of incredulous angelsto chant Earth's requiem.
Pity.