Imagine

Imagine all the people, it's easy if you try,
seeing their great dreamer, has now been shot and died

Imagine as they listen to his words over and over again
Thinking, "What if there really is no heaven, and could be a brotherhood of man?"

Imagine all the people, lining up as one
Crossing over boundaries to gain their freedom won

Volunteering, working, giving, striving, trying
To create a world where we need not think of hell or dying

Where people look to each other to solve the greatest of needs,
Where God and his enforcement are drowned in democratic pleas

Think of all the miracles man could do himself
for the profit of all people, so we all can have great wealth

So, everyone can have peace, education, and choice,
So that a government will be forced to hear the smallest of needing voice

Imagine all the people, living for today
imagine their disgust as you bow your head and pray

You may think that I'm a dreamer, but I'm just telling you the truth
it's a time of education, preparing the souls whilst in their youth:

Peace should be attained without the help of religion,
In fact, that is the real problem, our difference in opinion

Imagine all the people, believe in themselves;
No difference in opinion, being satisfied by wealth

Imagine heaven's here, that there's nowhere after this
No fighting over who's right or wrong or going into bliss

Saying, "Bliss is in our grasps right now, enjoy it, take it, live!
And if, by some chance, a problem comes, be also prone to give."

Harmony is the message: peace between every man;
Freedom to choose our own destiny and, by our brotherhood, we can!”

So now the world has decided, by giving this dream a try,
they’ll replace the problems that we may face through profit oh so high

One must think back to the person who started it all
Not the words, author, or spirit, in which we heard the message call

But rather the murdering man who forced this message through,
The one who took his gun and killed the chance for proof of truth

What if John had tried that dream and seen that it was useless?
What if the Spirit of truth had won that man and he had reached the masses?

You see the point of the thought is not simply to fight.
It's not to yell or strive or mindlessly slight.

You won't fix the problem by shooting the author;
He was just a pen in the hand of the scoffer

Not the first, and not the last
Do we wage war on man with the rifle's blast?

Shoot them down if they don't agree?
Or take them out and hang them from a tree?

The reason this message of error and death
has crept across our world in such depth

Is the men and women who with it don't agree,
who believe in the Christ against which man doth decree

You sit on your pew and you nod your head
while that line up of people blindly falls over dead

One by one the world joins their dreamer's cause
Masses they walk without stopping to pause

"What if this dream that we now believe
Does actually lead us to unity achieve?

But what if that unity is in our own destruction
Maybe that dream was written with hellish corruption!"

And as blindly they walk following their martyr's dreams,
from our pews we hear the Spirit of God in a fervent scream

"Help them! Help them! They've believed a lie!"
Yet we drive there and back without a thought that they'll die

The problem is not that the imagination taught them,
Not that the people's minds were ready and it caught them

The problem is that the people who could help
are now busy believing the same dream of wealth

Trying to live in peace, in the temporary world,
reaping the fruit of the corner in which they’re now curled

The world walks to hell, Satan, a smile on his face
and the very Church of God has decided not to race

Don't think that your gun will solve man’s imagination.
There is one simple cure and it's the God of salvation.

For thousands of years man has believed in this lie,
that they can live for today and ignore that they soon die.

The solution is the same and it always was
for the stiff-necked people of God to take up His cause

So.... Imagine

Imagine there's a heaven
it’s easy if you try
that there's a hell below us,
And a true reason why
Imagine all the people
thinking past today

Imagine there's a country,
it isn't hard to do,
where there's no killers,
No child molesters too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

Imagine no transgressions,
I think you maybe can
No chance that people go hungry,
Fed by the Son of man,
Imagine all the people
Enjoying a Christ-led world

You may say that I'm a dreamer,
and I may be the only one,
But one day you'll wish you'd been there,
When the world finally lives as one.

~ SP Nov 2005

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; – 2 Cor 10:5