Because there are so many stories
Rattling through the winds of time,
So many heroes’ many legends,
Many tall tales, many lies;
Because so many hotly contest
What, how and who is the truth,
Because so many make their claims,
And so many yet will say
That here He is and this is He,
That He said this, gave this to me –
With all the grandeur of a legend
And all its substance too;
Let this account be orderly,
A catalogue of facts, arranged,
The truth put in a case that you,
Might know it and believe.
The Consolations of Writing 