The Land Of Plenty

Don't really have the courage To stand where I must stand. Don't really have the temperament To lend a helping hand. Don't really know who sent me To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day. I don't know why I come here, Knowing as I do, What you really think of me, What I really think of you. For the millions in a prison, That wealth has set apart For the Christ who has not risen, From the caverns of the heart For the innermost decision, That we cannot but obey For what’s left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day. I know I said I’d meet you, I’d meet you at the store, But I can’t buy it, baby. I can’t buy it anymore. And I don’t really know who sent me, To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day. For the innermost decision That we cannot but obey For what’s left of our religion I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.