"He who does not have the church as his mother does not have God as his Father."
-- Saint Augustine
My father is the king of kings,
my mother was a harlot.
I fear there’s more of her in me
He lovéd her despite her sin,
and wooed her in the desert.
She drank there from the Living Spring
Rejoice! her wand’ring eye is fast
held by his loving mercy,
but she owns nothing true apart