Lament for A Saviour
Did anybody really love me.
Did anyone really care.
I know that my Mother Mary,
Did salvation’s story with me share.
And John, the Beloved, was with me,
Right on top of Calvary’s hill.
Then Mary Magdalene first saw me
After I rose and had to meet Father still.
But who was it when others leave me
Stand by like Saints Peter and Paul.
Or when the majority would deny me
Saints like Lucy and Barbara stand tall.
In times many would persecute us
There’d be a Saint Polycarp to offer up
And where the Faith those would desert us
Saints Ambrose and Benedict held the Cup.
If you need to fight a dragon for me
Be a Saint George, a patron, a friend.
And pagan, all, world seems around me,
Be as St. Patrick, to convert, make that a trend.
Do most protest or split from us?
Be a Saint Teresa of Avila.
Is your will or health not for us?
Be a Saint Therese of Liseux.
Do all hoard and greed around you?
Be a Saint Theresa of India.
Then should you feel lowly; I’m calling you:
Be a Saint Andre, have a Saint Joseph view.
And what of you – think no one knew me
When you thought your last lover gone?
Will you be sister/brother to me?
Turn this lament to victory song.