Water to red wine to living blood
You changed it all and poured it out
And stooped and wrote
In the mud of our minds
Your inconceivable name
And then you were gone again
You didn't conquer fear at all
You left that to each of us
And hatred you left standing
In the crowded square shouting
Its religion of doubt
You hadn't come to do it for us
But to show us how it's done
We would have to figure out the rest
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