by bob county
O Salutataris Hostia
Quae coeli pandis ostium.
Bella premunt hostiflia;
Da robur, fer auxflium.
Uni trinoque Domino
Sit sempiterna gloria:
Qui vitam sine termino,
Nobis dinet in patria.
My Lady: "Is there nothing to be done to stop their suffering?"
God: "They must choose their path. They have lost their way."
My Lady: "They murder and cry for justice.+"
God: "They murdered my sons Christna and Joshua... I will
not suffer more."
Thunder breaks in Heaven across the Elysian Fields. A star falls.
The sleeping Buddah wakes and laughs.
God: "I have sent a third son, who they will respect."
My Lady: "Will there be peace?"
God: "He will separate the chaff from the wheat and make my will law."
A savior is born again
to a humble Moslem