Updated

Have we updated the faith
Like the latest iPhone
The best so far
While men do groan
And ache for
Holy sacred tradition
To dump technology
And go off fishing

Sure the latest songs
Must be the best
While ancient chant
Is not even a guest
One wonders
How the saints of old
Did so well
In the ancient cold

We've got it all
In need of nothing
Wealthy and blessed
Always laughing
Full of joy 

Tongues angelic
We worship self
Like we're some sort of relic

Lukewarm
Am I?
Kill me
To live not die
Hot or cold
You would rather
Have me shivering
Than to dither and dather

Going up
To receive
Some eat
And don't believe
This is His Body
This is His blood
Your in agony
Stuck in your mud