An eggshell in a hurricane,
A chick within a forest fire,
A cohort in a hostile land,
A skiff without a friendly pier.
The church can not afford to spurn,
Ignoring those within its fold,
And default to the worldly talk,
Like diamonds left in ice and cold.
Yet we must dwell with unity,
And love, accepting painful bliss.
How do you talk to brothers then,
To unify and show them this?
Let your Salvation be your theme,
Authority as God has called,
Of glory found in suffering,
Affirming holy, righteous all.
Great brethren with a kiss of love,
In holiness and unity,
Remember God embraced us all,
We all will share eternity.
And bless each other, too, with peace,
For others pray and intercede,
And spur each other on towards Christ,
The Church, through God and love succeeds.