Written in ABAB

 

“Born to worship, born to praise

The stories of Christos, the Anointed One

We worship and pray to avoid the blaze

Always upon us like the Sun”

 

We read his WORD and found no fault

How could we in a perfect being?

He was perfectly just to exalt

He watched over us and managed our well-being

 

His grace and mercy was never-ending, 

and we needed to do naught

He was the Son of God, unchanging and unbending

He gave us the peace we sought

 

We needed to praise Him 

and worship to protect ourselves from the enemy

So we sang our hymns

And we felt the Spirit heavily

 

We were told of the heretics

Of those who did not believe

They called us tyrannic

We were told they were false prophets, trying to deceive

 

I did not see what we did

We simply gave our Lord his due praises

He gave us the laws, things He forbid

We simply wanted them to become righteous and to accept his graces

 

“Born to worship, born to praise

The stories of Christos, the Anointed One

We worship and pray to avoid the blaze

Always upon us like the Sun”

 

They had continued to doubt

We were told to hold fast, to not waver

I could not understand what this was about

We had done nothing wrong, simply praising our Saviour

 

They were wrong; how dare they deny His existence?

It surrounded them every moment, and yet they still claimed other means

They were disgusted by our insistence, and we by their resistance

No matter, we were told not to listen to the Philistines