Bibles

You brought your Bibles and printed tracts

To a land that God has no heaven in,

For Tao, Confucious and Buddha, here

Had prior claims to the hearts you’d win.

 

You think you’re holding a secret key

To truths that nobody else has found,

But minds far greater than yours despaired,

And you just cover the same old ground.

 

And pride lies heavy before a fall,

And vanity masks any truths you see,

The book you cherish is short on facts,

But lives in hopes, through eternity.

 

While all its chapters are written in blood,

The Jews, the Arabs, the Irish fools,

The swarthy Spanish Inquisitor

Who tore the flesh that he’d save poor souls.

 

The Reformation of England’s Church,

All done for the sake of Anne Boleyn,

While Cranmer, Lambert, and Thomas More

Paid with their lives for Henry’s sin.

 

I have no doubt that my God is there,

And sees the world through a mist of tears,

For what we’ve made of his mighty plan

Should shame us all for a thousand years.

 

But if it’s a vengeful God you seek

Who waits to punish, and bring us pain,

I know him not, for the God I know

Would love us all, as I love my son.

 

But such as you can be never told,

You’re sure, so sure, and you’re born again;

Be sure that you live this life, not scold,

Good works aren’t done on your knees, my friend!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Ron]

David this is a super, interesting, well informed, educated read. Verse five is an absolute stunner. Henry would have loved it. You are so right too. The same arguments apply to democracy! If the Pope reads this you will be ex communicated and maybe hung drawn and quartered! At least you would go out in front of a crowd. Really enjoyed this and I just plucked it out of the air!

[Valentine]

Another old writing that surprised me when reading. I know other nations believe in different Gods, but is their God the true God. Only at death will true believers find out. Valentine