Had struggled with Jesus to gather the sheep.

The pastures were rich, but the sheep grew. thin,

For the souls had succumbed to the sickness of sin.

You'll need reinforcements from Heavenly shores;

So deep is the darkness of earth's shallow mores.

All hearts must ascend in true supplication

to avoid the sad fate of divine devastation.

Dear Holy Mother, your Mother of love,

Does beg you to heed these dire words from above:

His heart is torn by careless surrender

Of too many souls who don't try to remember

The Father, the Son, the Spirit of Life -

Smite in the heart with a human knife

Of hate, greed, avarice, vanity -

All indications that sin is insanity.

What more must you do but place the full load

Of saving your I world on the few who are bold,

Who'll stand up and fight for all Heaven's glory

And meet with Pope Paul at the end of life's story.