Oh foolish generation, believe.
What lies have you believed 'til now?
What hope have you insulted?
This moment offers freedom.
What lies have you believed? 'Til now
Your vanity has held you dear.
This moment offers freedom
Like a key held out in prison cells.
Your vanity has held you, dear
From love and life and wisdom.
Like a key held out in prison cells
Come hope and stars and light.
From love and life and wisdom,
From peace and grace you flee.
Come, hope and stars and light:
Come nigh, Emmanuel!
From peace and grace you flee;
Your own heart begs for more.
Come near! Emmanuel!
Oh foolish generation, believe!
postscript
A Pantoum for DFC day 16. Pantoum is a French form, where the second and fourth lines in the first stanza become the first and third of the next, and so on. Rhyme and meter is not necessary. [link]