We are the clay to the blind man
The living water that goes through our lips
To the blind man believing - a miracle!
To the self-righteous just dirt mixed with spit
They say surely that man is a sinner
That mixes his water with clay
But the blind man now seeing is
The Light of the Sabbath Day
Behold! They say we must stop him
But the people - what will they say
We'll just call him a heretic sinner
Before he draws our disciples away
Should any man follow that Jesus
Speaking the things he spoke today
We'll brand them as heretics - sinners
And from our churches we'll drive them away
The people they call him a prophet
He's a troublemaker - we say
If we keep losing all our disciples
We're going to get a reduction in pay
Oh! My God! What a brilliant deduction!
Crucify him - Yes! That's just what we'll do.
We will keep our disciples and all of their money
And with this Jesus - We'll finally be through.
Oh! My God! I don't want to hear it.
You mean to tell me - he's no longer dead
And he's raised up some others
Calling them sisters and brothers
And they're repeating the same things he said
You know that I'm having a migraine
It's just not the way we had planned
He's come back to haunt us Seemingly just to taunt us
His disciples are growing -- That's Just Grand!
You know I don't want to hear it
Our traditions have served us just fine
As we've bartered and traded the souls of men
Our coffers were filling up fine