The Albatross

The curse of our religions
Hang around our necks
So far have we strayed
When not by Spirit led
When we are led by worldly minds
By those who know from books
We cannot hope to know
The Spirit as we should
So seek within, ‘tis where you’ll find
The love which is of God
‘Tis not by works that this is found
How ever worthy of
I’m not against good worldly works
Indeed indeed I’m not
But first things first if you would know
The love which is of God