MERCY SHIP

You came into my life from oh so far,
Riding through my mind in Subhadra's car,
Without a single purpose but to save the world.
Your Song has mor power than all the missles they have hurled.

All the holy men came to show the way.
Many people listened to what they had to say.
Some of them insane, some just went to other things,
Not knowing the difference between soldiers and Kings.

They wanted to steal my mind, take away my land,
A trade for a philosophy no one can understand.
They prey on people' greed, take advantage of their fear.
They say anything the people want to hear.

Tricks, treachery, cheap words, and smiling nods,
Are needed to convince the ignorant they are gods.
Crime, poverty, death, gods exposed as fools,
Tossed around like ants into giant whirlpools.

But You did not come to advertize Your name.
You had no pressing needs to strive for selfish fame.
You have what you are given, and to me You bring,
Matchless Gifts, if I would only dance and sing.

You have gone back to Vrndavana, left me all alone,
On these streets of Armageddon, weary to the bone.
Yet You leave Your loving Lifeline, waiting for my grip.
Through these dreadful waters, You guide the Mercy Ship.