The quivering age rings of doubt; The fuzzy aura of social norm; Of grandmother’s fables On how good comes; Of past hurts and yearnings Wrenching head and heart Periodically upward. Now collect and condense into A single point of certainty And gladsome focus. Christ has come. Christ has served, And brought the good report. Blood and death have served their purpose. His Father…Our Father. Is love. Entirely to be trusted. And oh, how the good comes!