Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher vanity of vanities. All is vanity.
What profit hath a man to pay tax and attend church each Sunday,
Avoiding all abominations, nor being a Secular Humanist?
The sun hastens on its way and the rivers run into the sea,
The wind blows south and north and falls still.
All this happens notwithstanding and the end of life is the grave,
And avoiding abominations and the ho-mo-sexuals,
Scorning the secular humanists, paying tax, and going to church
The kingdom of God is like unto this woman who is a harlot
And she is so desperate and her life is so foul,
For she is able neither to pay tax nor bear to go to church,
And as for secular humanists and ho-mo-sexuals, she will take whom she can get,
And she meets a man who tells her, lo, I am the Son of Man
Come to Redeem you. Believe me and be whole.
And she believes him for what other choice does she have?