Missionary Songtext
von Michael Jerling

He was a missionary
A silver airplane dropped him deep
In the squalor
In the heat
With news from Galilee
Bibles, medicine and rice
Bless the dying, curse the flies
Thought of Zion
Out of reach
He had no words to preach


Soldiers came and soldiers went
Their uniforms weren′t clear
Caught in the crossfire
Caught in the shame
Caught inside the game

In the cold heart of New England
His body rests in peace
But in the squalor
In the heat
His soul is unredeemed

He was a missionary
He was a missionary