Banshee

And so I howl like a banshee

into the wind

About all that troubles me,

to no apparent end

Why don't I howl

when God is treated foul

When Christ is mocked again

his wounds forcefully torn, bleeding forth

His sacrifice forgotten, for selfish ends

Till that day shall find us out

with trumpet blow, retreating clouds

And finally, but right on time

The Lord shall claim His faithful bride