Not With My Jesus 

by John Flynn


The preacher looked down from the pulpit and cried
We hold the keys to the kingdom my friends
When others sin itís for us to decide
It is our duty to judge and condemn
Then one timid soul made a very brave choice
And from the back of the church came a voice

Not with my Jesus you donít!
A teenage girl said I am sorry but IÖ
know that pure love welcomes us when we die
You tell some people it wonít
Not with my Jesus you donít!

The Mullah said Yes the great Satan defiles
the land of the prophet, may his name be blessed
And so we pray that the infidel dies
in jihad which we unleash on the West"
Then one timid soul made a very brave choice
And from the back of the mosque came a voice

Not with my Allah you donít!
One old man cried from his mat on the floor
It is the great God of love I adore
You say to kill but I wonít
Not with my Allah you donít!

Not with my Allah!
Not with my Yahweh!
Ha-Shem, Brahma, or Vishnu
What in the name of all that is holy
have we been letting men do?

The Great Spirit looks down upon the blue sphere
As many invoke its holiest names
to spread intolerance hatred and fear
And to those people the Spirit exclaims
You know that I have been patient with you
but I see your hearts and the damage you'd do

Not with my children... Please donít!
I gave you each other to care for and love
But this world ignores God's plea from above
Perhaps if we speak out it wonít ... Say
Not with God's children you donít!

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