May Your Good Lord Midge Ure

When you hold your hands out, may your good Lord show a sign
And when you seek forgiveness, may your good Lord take the time
May your good Lord talk to mine

When you light a candle, may your good Lord see it glow
Shining through the darkness, may your good Lord make it grow
To case alight across the land from killing fields to desert sands
From distant shores to where I stand, will your good Lord make it so?

And after all I think and do, I can't believe that this is true

If I cry out 'treason', will your good Lord make them pray?
All these men of reason, leading nowhere, lost their way
Turning riches in to rags, turning rags into the street
Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day

And after all is said and done, I can't believe our gods are one
Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the street
Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day

What would it take to take a hold?
A sheperd searching for a fold
The greatest story ever told
Somebody's lying

If I believed in something, would your good Lord make it true?
Give me the sword of justice, show me the hate to put it through
Cut down the bitter tears, the sleepless nights, the waking fears
The empty words, the silent ears, would your good Lord love me too?