Wading Deep Poem by Patrick Fealy

Wading in deep water
trying not to drown
Buoyed up by some manuscripts
an Arab boy had found
Little bits of ancient script
forgotten scroles of Greek
They cryed aloud for all who see
Jerome did not misspeak
Long before the king James book
had changed theology
Irish scribes worked night and day
on Skellig island sea
Luther dropped Tobius hard
like a bouncing ball
No way then for him to know
no manuscripts at all
Luther shrugged his shoulders
Jerome knelt and prayed
Luther chugged a glass of beer
No Latin did he crave
Down in ancient Bethlehem
with the gift of tongues
Jerome saved the fading Word
as the Dead Sea scrolls had done
Hebrew did proclaim it
Greek was satisfied
Latin did confound the mob
above the crucified
The jews all cried 'Hail Cesar'
Your Christ is not our King
Pilot said 'what's written stays'
Down the centuries it will ring
Floating in deep water
Drifting in the slew
The ancient faith is still afloat
I think we always knew
Flesh will fade to nothingness
Truth will time defy
That which first was written best
in truth will never die