Come to Light by Gregg Hake
He swam against the crimson sea
And now two-thirds of them agree
He’ll lead one-seventh poor and lame
Who long through truth to be made free.
Will he shepherd in God’s good name
Or prolong the devil’s dark game?
Will seventh heaven come to light
Or will men fallen his heart claim?
The tongues of angels beg him smite
The double-dealing priestly blight
As Saul was bid in times of old
Francis has his Agag in sight.
And so I weave this golden thread
Pulled from the spool of the Godhead.
The Pope will show to whom he’s wed
Let’s pray he shall not be misled.