Eidolon of faith and promise,
Inked from an unknown scribe,
Words offer belief and solace,
Commonality in the way we describe.
The stories of the one and only,
Such grandeur of meaning and hope,
Bestowed his love and all things holy,
Through church, Vatican and pope.
Majority on principle lead a normal life,
Having hope and ideas of heaven,
Yet the way we live and for the things we strife,
Most of us would be unforgiven.
Such rules that are set in stone,
We ponder our fate within,
An endless list of fools bemoaned,
We would all be tarnished in sin.
Such judgement awaits our battered end,
Is our lord forgiving of most?
Shall we climb the ladder or descend?
We’re all patient before our host!