I dare not trust the sweetest thing
What force could shake; could break
this mighty faith of ours?
None dare I say.
The princely powers of this earthly kingdom
fire blunt arrows at us
Life’s snares and sinkholes have no depth that can’t
be climbed unscathed from
For we march in victory, protected by a holy
shield of love and truth —
If only we thought that way —
Still, our religious duty is strong, yet our belief is weak,
deceived that success comes only from human deeds and
‘‘In Him All things…’’ won’t save us completely.
Within the crisis blaze that smites all hope around us, we must be
as the summer soil — burned to ashes yet sprouting again from a savior’s