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He fills the flower vases

Trims the candle bases

Takes small change from the poor box

Tyler has the key

He takes nail and hammer

To tack up the banner

Of felt scraps glued together reading

"Jesus lives in me"

Alone in the night, he mocks

The words of the preacher

"God is feeling your every pain"

Repair the Christmas stable

Restore the plaster angel

Her lips begin to crumble

And her robes begin to peel

For Bible study

In the church basement

Hear children gospel citing

Matthew 17:15

Alone in the night, he mocks

The arms of the preacher

Raised to the ceiling

"Tell God your pain."

To him the world's defiled

In Lot, he sees a likeness there

He swears

This Sodom will burn down

Near sacred blood there's a dance hall

Where Tyler Glen saw

A black girl and a white boy

Kissing shamelessly

Black hands on white shoulders white hands on black shoulders dancing

And you know what's more

He's God's mad disciple

A righteous title

For the word he heard

He so misunderstood

Though simple-minded

A crippled man

To know this man is to fear this man

To shake when he comes

Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem

Do what they did to the unfaithful?

Boys at the jubilee slowly sink into

Brown bag whiskey drinking

And reeling on their feet

Girls at the jubilee

In low-cut dresses

Yield to the caresses

And the man-handling

Black hands on white shoulders

White hands on black shoulders

Dancing

And you know what's more

Through the tall blades of grass

He heads for the jubilee

With a bucket in his right hand

Full of rags soaked in gasoline

He lifts the shingles in the dark

And slips the rags there underneath

He strikes a matchstick on the box side

And watches the rags ignite

He climbs the bell tower of the sacred blood

To watch the flames rising higher toward the trees

Sirens wailing now toward the scene