Hey faith of mine!
I am afraid for you
You might crumble to dust
For I have bestowed you with
Feet of clay
I shall take up cudgels
On your behalf
Don't you worry
For after all I believe that you thrive
Because I exist
I am sure I haven't misunderstood
What you stand for
Because after all I interpret
You the way I want
I shall give you counsel
On whom you may bless
And whom you should curse
After all I call the shots here
I choose to forget that you
are actually about Solace and Redemption
For I have made you all about
Dire Threats and retribution
I have created a war in your name
And now I proceed to amass an army
You need me a mere mortal
to protect you from annihilation
And so I spew vitriol, hatred,
For I have understood you to be
All about exclusion, segregation and alienation
I do not remember any
Allusion to inclusion, unification or conciliation
I deign to choose, decide
What you stand for
I choose to tether you,
Within my mortal definitions, finite understanding
I set limits for you to pervade
And all the time I shall claim
That it was you who dictated the limits,
you who taught me
Exclusion, segregation and alienation
For that is how
You can be saved!?
Poor faith of mine
You are indeed vulnerable
If it is faith like mine
That sustains you...