Stood Before Saint Peter

Stood Before Saint Peter - The Icicle Works

Written by：Ian McNabb

In the moment of my madness

In the presence of my shame

I stood before St. Peter

Naked and unnamed

Praying the fell with genius

Win the blue silk hoe

Across the street where angels stood

In colors bright and bold

He said son before I judge you

I have to make this clear

Your heartfelt prayers for Heaven on Earth

Don't come to much up here

'Cause you still kill your brother

And watch your children die

Two thousand years ain't changed your ways

And still you wonder why

The east side and the west side

With great distance in between

Are parted by false values

And a blindness seldom seen

There's murder in the city street

Bloodshed in the fields

You take your life so lightly

Can you imagine how Jesus feels

As I climbed the staircase

My suitcase in my hand

The stars around me shone like jewels

On a vast and promised land

We never claimed perfection

It's hard enough to learn

Heaven's doors are open wide

The fires of hell still burn