Epistle Hoyt Axton

In the searchin' eyes of someone's daughter
There's a hope that maybe things'll change
Peace on earth will come and find us waiting
Unless, somehow, we've wandered out of range
Of salvation, mmmm

And to the church in Baltimore, a question:
What have you done to ease the pain of man?
I've heard you've given comfort to some sinners
But I'm afraid you just don't understand

To an orphan child dyin' of hunger
God is just a half a loaf of bread
Rise up from your hundred dollar table
Make sure your paroquet is fed

And don't forget to save a dime for Jesus
Don't forget who sent 'em all to war
Take a pill to ease the call of conscience
It's just a dream, it really can't be more

An' to your marchin' men in blue or silver
Everyone for peace is just a lousy red
You just can't seem to figure out the reason:
The answer lies in what the shepherd said