Each marches to sound of a different beat.
Yet each claims loyalty to the same faithful Master’s feat.
One says I am new, reformed, exited, and tradition-free
The other says I am Old ,was young and early, but to me belong the keys.
Authority and Non-corfimity standing toe to toe
Deep Within the Master’s mind a mystery we seek to know.
The New, thinks scripture, is the measure of all things
Yet the Old gave us all things that are written in the scripture.
Traditionless-principles, the New supposes to proclaim
Yet all the while a New tradition but under a different name.
The First Principles of Aristotle we have continually neglected.
The Law Of Non Contradiction seems to surpass us seemingly undetected.
What wisdom they could offer us, far beyond our creeds cults and codes,
Yet none the heathen would consort lest they should help us know,
The deeper truths of our faith just within our grasp.
The Bride we are called yet the harem we have become.
A Frankenstein Body, with an aunartharous head.
Though the creeds may differ and the truths vary,
We cannot meanwhile neglect the cross we must all carry.
To Follow him, or us, which shall we believe?
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done, on this we all agree.
So come Lord, Come Quickly and make us one and true.
United as your Church Lord Ecumenical & One with You!
In the Garden Of Gethsemane Master you did pray,
To make us one united, Lord Jesus Have Your Way!