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The Church |
When Jesus lived and walked the Land He prayed and meditated. He gathered friends into a band And many tales related. He told them of the Father's love And spoke to them of sin. His thoughts were on the world above. His words taught discipline. No hypocrites would He abide. No Pharisee found praise. No sanction to the lowly scribe When they put trick to phrase. He spoke to all with candor. With frankness He wrought truth. His point did not meander Despite His seeming youth. He said He was the Son of God Though strange that statement sounded. He proved that truth where 'er He trod With miracles unbounded. Then when He told them He would die They could not quite accept it. Poor Peter hoped it was a lie And asked Him to reject it. But Truth Itself could not renounce, The fate He knew awaited; And so He had to soundly trounce The trap His friend had baited. Jesus knew what death would mean And He anticipated The church He suffered to redeem, His kingdom delegated. He gave His body and His blood Continued sacrifice Inside the Arc that rides the flood... That second Tree of Life. Though called "Christian" from the first That universal rock Which martyr deemed it "Catholic" church? The Saint of Antioch. Because of Peter's move to Rome Where his successors sit They soon called that the Church's home And added "Roman" to it. And that is what we call it Even to this day. Traditions based on "Holy Writ". The Gospel's our mainstay. by Dorothy E. Wimsatt |
© Copyright 2003 by Dorothy E. Wimsatt