Just Because It Was Told of Old

Just because it was told of old

In some books that they hold

To be Your very own Word

(From long past so they heard),

They believe those foolish tales.

When I think of it, my mind fails,

These tales that simple logic deny

And basic ethics so brazenly defy.

Your gift of Reason they refuse,

Commonsense they don’t use,

Blindly to those tales they cling,

Fervently believing in everything

That those books of theirs relate.

Ah Lord, what a truly sad state!

I’m almost driven to full despair,

This madness only You can repair.