In places like the Sea of Galilee
When men were fishing for their lives
A stranger would approach happily
To turn them away from their knives.

In the Lebanon, the deserts of the Sudan
The message of encroaching poverty
Would sink into the hearts or every person
-	And the bombs would rain heavily.

On the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates
The Dealers were hacking put their trade
The people were fading, the tanks teased
Before they deployed another senseless raid.

In the town of Nazareth a carpenter spoke
His words were light, his eyes were bright
For he only wanted to speak the truth –
Better a slap in the face than a bullet in the night.

At Calvary the Roman oppressors slew his body
Their ignorance was supreme, their laws blind
The messenger lives on today happily
In the collective heart – the everyone mind.