Slaid Cleaves Follow

There’s only one rule, that you must heed
It conquers fear, hatred and greed
It trumps all others, Your soul to feed
There’s only one rule, You’ll ever need

You could be Hindu, You may be be Sikh
It makes no difference, What tongue you speak
You could pray to Allah, Or be an atheist
You’ll be righteous, If you remember this

It ain’t the silver, It ain’t the bronze
It’s the foundation, That all rests upon
No precious metal, Will save your soul
But if you seek glory, Go for the gold

Some so-called Christians, From time to time
Forget this rule, And become blind
They use their church, To try and separate
When it’s common ground, That makes us great

It ain’t the silver, It’s much more dear
When Jesus spoke, Did you not hear?
Unto others, You must do
As you’d have them, Do unto you

Forget those silly little laws, thou shalt nots on days of the week
How to dress and who stoned who, what you can and cannot eat
When you go home now, Remember please
To count your blessings, Down on your knees
And make a promise, To do the best you can
To be a friend, To your fellow man

It ain’t the silver, It ain’t the bronze
It doesn’t matter, Who’s team you’re on
No precious metal, Will save your soul
But if you seek glory, Go for the gold