A hymn of contemporary doubt!

Now I believe in virgin births and angels from on high,
And sleepy sheep and shining stars above a Christmas sky;
And I believe in mystic men
With knowledge of the zodiac –
But only with my fingers crossed
Behind my doubtful back!

And I believe the miracles performed in days of yore,
With walking dead and thousands fed beside a sandy shore;
And I believe the worthy saints
Throughout the Christian almanac –
But only with my fingers crossed
Behind my doubtful back!

And I believe the world was made in seven days and nights;
And I believe that hell is hot and heaven above the heights;
And I believe that Satan is
A hornéd egomaniac –
But only with my fingers crossed
Behind my doubtful back!

And I believe the Christian creeds drawn up so long ago;
And I believe the Church of God knows all there is to know;
And I believe that proof resides
In hoary hymns and Bible black –
But only with my fingers crossed
Behind my doubtful back!

But I believe Creator God has set the world ablaze,
That Jesus is the guide-book and the benchmark of my ways;
And I believe that love prevails
Where hate and fear and envy fails –
And with my head and hands held high
I’ll trust them all my days.

Sung to the tune ‘The Lincolnshire Poacher’ or CH4 771