Father Malcolm Boyd／Charlie Byrd

It's Christmas Again, Jesus

It's Christmas Again, Jesus

It's Morning, Jesus. It's Morning, and Here's That Light and Sound All Over Again

I'm Crying and Shouting Inside Tonight, Lord, and I'm Feeling Completely Alone

It's Bumper to Bumper, and the Traffic Is Stalled

Look Up at That Window, Lord, Where the Old Guy Is Sitting

It's a Jazz Spot, Jesus

Blacks and Whites Make Me Angry, Lord

The Kids Are Smiling, Jesus, on the Tenement Stoop

David Says He Prays

What Was Hiroshima Like, Jesus, When the Bomb Fell?

I Want to Be Alone and Not to Be Alone, Both at the Same Time

They're in a Golden World, Jesus

This Young Girl Got Pregnant, Lord, and She Isn't Married

I'm Exhausted Jesus but Sleep Won't Come

It Takes Away My Guilt When I Blame Your Murder on the Jews, Jesus

The Old House Is Nearly All Torn Down, Lord

A Meditation on "Zorba The Greek"

I'm Nowhere, Lord, and I Couldn't Care Less

I See Black and White, Lord