I was a Hebrew School dropout – I never made the grade. But never having talked with God Left me feeling just a bit dismayed. Never doubting for a moment that I was part of the chosen tribe, I decided to go seeking truth, and Find teaching to which I could subscribe. I did not ponder or hesitate But left to go investigate.
And then the Christians told me, Alas, that I was wrong: That Christ was speaking to me, And I should string along.
So I got dunked, and dipped and sprinkled, Then went my merry way, Convinced that since I’d found Him, He would return some day.
All the billboards told me It would happen any day, And the preacher preached his message That God was on His way – That we’d better be good – and better be nice – ‘Cause He’s making a list and checking it twice.
And then a strange thing happened – God really spoke to me, And said that He had come again If I had eyes to see.
It was so clear and simple – A gift for all mankind: To live in peace and brotherhood – A truth that all must find. So I ran to tell the Rabbi The truth that I had found: The Lord of Hosts had come And we were homeward bound.
The Rabbi sadly shook his head Said my mind was in a deep fog, He said that God could only speak On Saturdays – in his synagogue.
I quickly saw a Priest And told him what I’d found and thought – He crossed himself and told me My God was a Communist plot, And God would only speak to those who search On Sundays in his sanctified church.
Everywhere I went They sang the same old song: That if God spoke of love and peace, Certainly I’d heard wrong. And everyone I spoke to Seemed basically to agree That truth is only truth Within their monopoly.
And they alone could give man All that he could possibly need By adding two cups of water To an instant religious creed.
And they would be glad to provide this Most and day at noon, Along with an awesome warning That God is coming soon.