Magic scepter

Pedro, lover of Sola scriptura and Friend to everyone, arguing for the ontological breath of god until the day is done. In the quiet halls of wisdom, where the ancient texts do lie, There's a friend of mine who whispers, where the sacred truths abide. "Sola scriptura," he proclaims, with a twinkle in his eye, "The scriptures are the breath of God," he says, reaching for the sky. (Chorus) Oh, Pedro , on this side of the aisle, where the faithful come to pray, He jokes about his scepter, a magic polemic you might say. With every page, he turns anew, the words of life convey, The very breath of God, he says, in every verse and phrase. (Verse 2) With a jest about his scepter, made of faith and not of gold, He'll part the sea of doubt and lead us to the fold. "On this side of the aisle," he laughs, "is where the stories told, Become the living testament, as the mysteries unfold." (Bridge) For every joke, a truth is wrapped, in humor's bright attire, A magic scepter in his grip, to set the hearts on fire. In scriptures' depth, he finds the light, that lifts us ever higher, Ontologically, he claims, they're God's own words to inspire. (Outro) So let's sing along with him, our voices in a choir, For the scriptures are the breath of God, and His love will never tire. On this side of the aisle, we stand, with hearts that He'll acquire, With magic scepters in our hands, we reach for something higher.