Oh religion’s obsequious eye
To watch o’er all,
That they not stray but yet comply,
Sound edicts to enthrall.
What we once blessed in piousness
Is now much gone;
To grasp of praise on serviced lips
Among the throng.
And now we worship pagan things
That faith may plod;
There goods not gods salvation brings,
Where few are awed
When once we dreamt of righteous might
These dreams now worn,
Yet still for some He rises quite
And hope lives on.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
