• For many a-yearn for love,
    this pretty little verb,
    for God must be above,
    sending us His Word,

    So violent are we,
    that only upon a sober soldier,
    do our eyes open,
    then we actually see...

    So hath God forsaken,
    many a country doth fall,
    for so shaken is He,
    we cannot see His Love,

    Stroke down Sodom and Gomorrah,
    for sodomy and many atrocities,
    struck down by flame and salt,
    But who was at fault?

    Jesus raised upon cross of wood,
    for there many stood,
    one of them a liar,
    the rest ignorant and criers.

    Turn to His left,
    "I Believe in you, Christ Lord!"
    Turn to His right,
    "If you were God, surely the angels you'd afford!"

    For hath the Lord sent His only Son,
    to sacrifice and teach to the world of Men,
    that He now gives a choice,
    not striking down those that are sinning men!
    For surely give them time,
    they will learn their rhyme....?

    Now not He striketh down those that are sinful,
    sensuality of the body Pains Him,
    But He Loves,
    For many are abusing His Word,
    detailing it as their own version...
    He will surely Smite them one day,
    For though they speak of His Word,
    They tell of the Old,
    Surely you've read the New?
    Come sit with me in a pew,
    and one day I will say,
    "Let me tell you what was really Told..."