(Song Lyrics)
He came to earth in
poverty—
But we clamored for a
king
Adorned in wealth and
power,
Whose praises we
could sing.
He lived among the
poor folks—
The outcasts of his
time;
But uneasy with that
kind of god,
We erected him a
shrine.
We embellished it
with gold and jewels,
Elevated him so high,
Far above the common
people
For whom he lived and
died.
What have we done to you?
We changed you and we hid you
Far beyond the common view.
We made you an institution—
You who lived as common man—
And we declared by constitution
Your power in the land.
Why is it we cannot see
The one you came to show us,
The Living Deity?
He was just a common
man—
A poor carpenter by
trade;
He spoke a simple
wisdom,
And he lived a simple
way.
But we are so
insecure
Before the Cosmic
Mind,
We must create a
grander god—
You know, the
Herculean kind—
We cannot have a poor
man
As our God in human
form;
We need an Olympian,
Who walks above the
storm.
© Qoheleth, 2012
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