CONFITEOR

Now Man exists to know the Lord
And once that Truth discovered,
To serve until our days are o'er
And die - with life recovered !

While Jesus shoulders all the blame,
And pardons all and sundry,
Dire Satan plays his judgement game,
And laughs, as at a party !

The choice is one of joyful hope,
Or soul-less, joy-less strife :
A dead-end death on dirt-cheap dope,
Or open-ended life !

Cast demons' deeds at Satan's door,
'Cos though his lies do crush our bones,
We'll beg the Bread of Life for more,
And quit, as Satan's drones !