O Sancta Simplicitas!

Sancta simplicitas! Simplicity

Holy, quiet, resolute.  When trials

Rise hot before me, fiery.  Or while

Accusations made with duplicity

Seek to question my authenticity

And, lacking truth, substitute vicious guile

Claim devotion as nothing more than vile

Heresy. Love as base felicity

Will I stand as Huss chained to the column

Singing hymns and looking to his Savior

Certain of a comfort that’s eternal?

Or will my heart fail before a solemn

Momentary fate and choose behavior

Trading a divine end for infernal?