I will always end in pity, you will always end in hate.

Pity for you, disciples of Paul, who was Saul, who knew the man no more than you or I thousands of years later.

Pity ignorance and the closed eyes of a child of empty piety, church without reason is church without faith,

and GOD is LOVE whom you name so callously, and know so little of.

Am I in her arms tonight?  I think I'd like to be, let's dance to God's passion song tonight, long before Saul was Paul,

and blind on the road, there was passion, there will be us.