Sitting in Michael's Lap
If this offends anyone, I apologize in advance ... it is a commentary on commercialism, not Christianity
The Price of Salvation
Saint Joseph, Saint Jude, and Saint Peter all stand
Neatly arranged in a row,
Each one arrayed in his saintly attire,
His hands and expression just so.
And each, in his way, is a symbol of faith
In how glorious Heaven will be --
So, we lighten our pockets, and carry them home,
And place them out under a tree.
There hangs our Lord Jesus, the Saviour, the Lamb,
In plaster, or porcelain, or gold --
On the Cross, where He suffered and died for our sins --
But His eyes, raised to Heaven, are cold:
Hang Him up on your wall; and remember Him
As you sip of your sacrament wine:
With your gold-plated ultimate sacrifice
That you bought for a buck ninety-nine.
When I think on a Father, who gave His Son
As a promise of infinite grace
To souls who so quickly belittle his love
And would turn from his ready embrace --
If the Lord had to do it all over again,
I wonder, would He have agreed?
If he knew that his mercy, above all, would be
Most profitable, indeed!
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(When I hear the bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")