This Age

The Christian, who waited thirty years
To marry, and therefore have love,
Doesn't wear his wedding band
In front of the audience of Circus Maximus.
But I, being the fool I am, expecting one Christian
To have consistency of character,
Thinking, "No man, who prayed
"Every day to have this good thing,
"Could be a fool enough to do this."
I had to shut my mouth, and the wicked were validated
In their beliefs. For, one man did not have consistency.
In fact, I thought I had lost my mind
And that time had warped me between two 
Points between the present and future
Rather than dishonor this man's character.
I'm sorry friend, but I witness it
That even the man of God is unfaithful.
What more to say about the billions of other men?
Repent.