When marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer
We lived inside a structure; we knew anatomy
The living hands of God were there to hold us from despair
Each event had its rituals when ritual was pure.
Birth was baptism, death expected, Royal poverty.
Marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer
Meaning leaked like ink runs down the page that is no cure
For those who cannot read the word must live in gravity
Yet feel the living hands of God to hold them from despair
When angels dwell in gold serene and stars look far and bare
There may be cruel reckonings as boats cross the dark sea
Yet marriage was a sacrament and life was lived as prayer
But now it is the government who hear no poor man’s plea
Thus hell is made by laziness, ignited is the Tree
If marriage were a sacrament and life a piercing prayer
The living hands of God would come to hold us from despair