Faith of Our Father, one of my sentimental favourites, as well as some segments of the Catholic population comes in for some gentle ribbing at the snarkily musical blog Christus Vincit. http://christusvincit.blogspot.com/
(I've never sung, played, or even heard SAWSTON , outside of brit-coms, assuming it's the tune I'm thinking of.)
Faith of the grannies, priest-wannabes,
Faux ordinations on the high seas,
In the procession, three gifts are seen:
Bread and wine, and, thank God!... Dramamine.
Their day's long gone, they grasp at straws
Strive to make sense of menopause
Other targets:
Faith of the Dinosaurs, double-knit clad,
Dreaming of whate'er "edge" they once had...
and
Faith of the NPM, (not really "faith")
Quoting for gospel what V. Funk saith...
the author and my personal fave, dear old Origen:
Faith of Castrati, don't leave them out!
Some holy men live "with," some "without."
Becker says Origen should be giv'n heed,
When we ask "saints" to intercede.
(Who knew that Becker had the juice,
To decide what's bound and what's loose?)
Check it out!
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Thursday, 16 August 2007
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