The “Holiness Code” (Leviticus 19) as Sung by Bruce Springsteen

“Be Holy (Like the Boss Says)” — generated by Grok
(A Bruce Springsteen-style anthem – think “Thunder Road” meets “The Promised Land,” with a big saxophone swell and a gospel choir shouting back)

Verse 1
Well I rolled into the camp at Sinai, dust on my boots and fire in my veins
The old Man on the mountain said, “Kid, you gotta change your ways”
“Honor your mother, honor your father, keep the Sabbath clean and bright
Don’t chase no golden calves in the dead of night” Pre-Chorus
Leave the edges of your field for the widow and the stranger
Don’t reap it all for yourself, that’s the mark of a righteous ranger

Chorus
Be holy, be holy, ‘cause I am holy
Walk these broken highways with a heart that’s true
Be holy, be holy, the whole world’s watching you
Love your neighbor like yourself – that’s the only law that’ll get you through

Verse 2
Don’t steal, don’t lie, don’t swear My name just to close a deal
Don’t hold back a working man’s wages, make that poor boy wait another meal
No cursing the deaf, no tripping up the blind
Stand up straight in the courthouse, leave your favoritism behind

Chorus
Be holy, be holy, ‘cause I am holy
Even when the night gets dark and the wind cuts cold
Be holy, be holy, let the story be told
Love your neighbor like yourself – that’s pure gold

Bridge (slow, spoken-sung, harmonica crying)
You can hate what a man does, but don’t hate the man in your heart
Rebuke him to his face, then let the anger depart
Don’t mix your cattle, don’t mix your seed, don’t mix your wool and linen thread
Keep it straight, keep it clean, or you’ll wake up tangled and half-dead

Verse 3
Stand up when the old folks walk in, fear God in everything you do
Don’t wrong the foreigner in your land, ‘cause once you were foreigners too
Honest scales, honest weights, honest hearts in the marketplace
This is the highway to the Kingdom, kid – there ain’t no shortcuts in this race

Final Chorus (full band, choir, crowd singing along)
Be holy, be holy, ‘cause I am holy
From the Jersey shore to the Jordan shore, let it ring
Be holy, be holy, let the angels sing
Love your neighbor like yourself…
Baby, that’s everything. Outro (fading with piano and sax)
Yeah, love your neighbor like yourself…
That’s the only way home.
(Lights down, E Street Band still playing as the last chord rings out over the Promised Land.)