The sonnet laments Christ’s exile from public influence, portraying a world where “sin” fades from awareness and “Christian” grows vague and diluted. It warns of liberalism, progressivism, humanism, and evolution as cunning forces that draw souls from God’s grace into peril. Yet, it concludes with the Cross as an unshaken light, offering redemption to those lost i. The storm’

When Christ departs the square where once He reigned,
The word of “sin” dissolves in silent air,
A hollow shell of “Christian” now remains,
Its meaning stretched, a garment none repair.
The liberal mind exalts its fleeting throne,
Progression bends the truth to mortal whim,
While humanism carves its heart of stone,
And evolution chants a godless hymn.
These doctrines, forged in shadows deep below,
Seduce the soul with whispers soft and sly,
To turn from grace where living waters flow,
And bind the heart where endless fires lie.
Yet still the Cross stands firm through storm and strife,
A beacon calling souls to endless life.