I said “naked eye”, did I?
Blaspheme! Blaspheme! The Godless cry.

Why all this fuss do they create,
About creation and not hate?
They love the Lord but man berate!
Hypocrisy invites debate.

Stewardship, I’ve heard them preach,
Then in the pockets dives the leach;
I think they all should be impeached,
Or strike their hand to stump their reach.

The master mustn’t be condemned,
From man not God these judges stemmed;
From the act of one all may be hemmed!
He came to save all sinful men.