A couple hours removed from home
And it's half a world away
All static through the telephone
There's been some awful news today
I don't know how to understand
Every term made so perverse
To kneel down while we join our hands
As the news keeps getting worse
With some miracles of science
Our faith sells us out again
Tests they run, not safe at home
But it doesn't make much sense
No it doesn't make much sense
Hospitals and hallways all so dense
Waiting for the words they won't dispense
If God is love and life is heaven sent
It's mired in trash, some grace already spent
All mired in trash, some grace already spent