Risen phenomenon
Watered by the crimson flow of the saints
To ancient scholars, a vulgar superstition
Yet the progress so rapid to be ignored
Shredded to pieces, the very fabric of idolatry
Ignored by historians
But yet still far flung throughout human history
Seeking no validity and yet universal in scope and hope
From Augustus to Tiberius, humanity stood in awe before His Might
Averse to politics, public idolatry festivities and military service, it stood
In one God the Creator, them of old trusted
By heathens, accused of incest and cannibalism
For called they each other, brother and sister
Of the blood and flesh of their King, they partook
For whosoever believes in this King, obtains they Eternal life
14 July 2023
(An adaptation from The History of the Christian Church, Vol. II by Philip Schaff)
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