religion I call mine kills peoples. The laws which I obey
kill God's people and dismember his body.
Forgive us O God.
Forgive us for making of your Holy Name an instrument of horrible murder.
Forgive us for rejecting parts of your Holy Body
Believing that we make ourselves more pure...
Forgive us for refusing to understand that when we do this,
We mortally wound your body
And our own life blood flows out
Leaving us cold, empty and dead.
then O God you will be God of a cemetery.
Then O God you will be God of the dead.
And all of your immense and beautiful creation will be
Nothing but an immense cemetery!
have mercy on us.
God have mercy on your people
God have mercy on us and save your people.
God have mercy on us and heal the wounded body of Your Son.
If you will
Make me an instrument of your peace,
Make me an instrument of your healing.
July 21, 1996