by Daniel Gorman

When I consider how the world has changed

Since we had dreamed a dream of life sublime

How loss of faith and self is everywhere

And greed's the major passion of our time

And infants are dispatched as so much trash

And worth is now defined in terms of cash.

When marriage is ignored or twisted so 

It becomes a kind of farce, not worth the time

And constancy's a quaint, peculiar trait

A  forties love-song with outdated rhyme

When men are vainly searching for true love

And hardly give a thought to God above

It's then I see the debt my God is due

For granting me the wonder that is you