Boxcar Brotherhood

You can't power your destination by shoveling your belief.

You will find yourself smut black and exhausted from the heat.

You can't hang your dogmas from the banner of the leading pony truck.

The passengers on board may not know the salvation that you've struck.

The locomotive that we share has cars lined all behind.

Some of them are full of Jews or Buddhists so sublime.

Many dishes destined to arrive at our own booth,

Would cause disdain, and much insult, to passengers aloof.

Here within this grandest region we think we're all alone.

But Swaminarayan, a God of man, too calls these hills his home.

Shaken through our Appalachia are people who saw her might. Led by their Gods to seek out this blissful southern light.

Yes, its true, her beauty draws the likes of every kind.

We must share this boxcar and share it dignified.

If you should chance to pass ole boy, brother Ali or Patel.

Speak real kind, be benign, or your soul will burn in hell.

Hebrews 13:1