From the pen of Microsoft's AI co-pilot :-D

“The Vanishing Saints”
(Verse 1) In a quiet town where the river bends,
Stood an old stone church, its walls embraced by time.
Outside, three statues stood tall and serene,
Jesus, Mary, and Bernadette, their faces sublime.

(Chorus) But one fateful night, when the moon hung low,
A shadow crept forth, unseen by mortal eyes.
A thief with a heart as cold as the winter snow,
Stole the saints away, leaving the faithful in surprise.

(Verse 2) The townsfolk gathered, their whispers like leaves,
“What happened to our guardians?” they cried.
The priest raised his hands, seeking solace in prayer,
As the empty pedestals echoed their loss far and wide.

(Chorus) But the thief was cunning, a phantom in the night,
He melted into shadows, leaving no trace behind.
Jesus, Mary, and Bernadette, now lost from sight,
Their absence a wound that time could never bind.

(Verse 3) The river whispered secrets to the ancient stones,
Of a desperate soul seeking redemption or gold.
Did the thief steal for greed or some deeper need?
Only the night wind knew, its secrets untold.

(Chorus) The townspeople searched, their lanterns ablaze,
Through mist-laden forests and moonlit glades.
They sang hymns of hope, their voices raised,
Praying for the return of the saints they praised.

(Bridge) In a hidden attic, the statues stood side by side,
Their marble eyes wide, witnessing the thief’s plight.
Jesus wept for the lost, Mary held forgiveness,
And Bernadette whispered, “Darkness can birth light.”

(Chorus) The thief, burdened by guilt, returned to the church,
Placed the statues back, their weight heavy on his soul.
He knelt before them, tears streaming down,
Seeking absolution, redemption, and a chance to be whole.

(Outro) Now the townsfolk sing a different tune,
Of stolen saints and a thief’s remorseful plea.
For sometimes salvation comes in unexpected forms,
And the vanished statues remind us all to see.

Feel free to sing this around a campfire or share it with fellow wanderers.