Two rondeau joined together
Sung Eucharist and hymns, today
And sunlight pouring in to pray
And warm the ancient whitewashed walls
And still yet empty choir stalls
And hear the musty organ play
The Sanctus and the Agnus Dei,
And know that we had gone astray
But had returned, and that our calls,
Sung Eucharist and hymns,
Were some repentance for the way
We’d never dared to disobey
Our earthly leaders. Lacking balls
We’d shut our mouths. In power’s halls
They’d hoped to end by slow decay,
Sung Eucharist and hymns.
And always out of love we sing,
And give our thanks to God the King
We must learn lessons we’ve been taught:
Our good intentions come to naught
When bossy men claim everything
Could dread disease to others bring,
Though this is nonsense, as hymns spring
From prayers and praise and kind support,
Always out of love.
And loving God removes the sting
From all our earthly suffering.
We should have argued, should have fought
But lacked the balls and so were bought
And now take orders from a ‘ping’,
Always out of love?
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