The Exile of St. John

Just another day in exile I'll used and misinterpreted Despised and covered in lies Just another day in exile In the land they make In the service of the Lord Is my stake Dreaded visions The world in division Just another day in exile Just another day in exile Exile him, exile him Exile him, exile him Exile him, exile him Exile him, exile him I, John, your brother Who share your ill-usage Your royal dignity And your endurance in Christ Jesus Was set down on the island called Patmos For love of God's word and of the truth concerning Jesus And there, on the Lord's day I fell into a trance, and heard behind me a voice So I turned, to see what voice it was That was speaking to me