The Voice Without Robes
Oh, esteemed clergy, heed to the lament,
Of laity's voice saddled with virtues not lent.
So also grasp the virtues and never go askew,
We all misstep, but confront the truths you knew.
Pride is tacked with injustice and palls of deceit,
Assert no purity from a tongue of the same suit.
You preach of love, yet starving us of that light,
You assert faith that still craves a discerning sight.
This is not animosity, but a call to an upright quest,
So you would thrive in honesty away a worldly jest.
Truth waver not with altitude; retract the craving for affluence,
They seduce until shadow of death draws to a confluence.
Be converted to convert the laity with words of delight,
It's only when you're true that God heals our
plight.
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