Amid an age when sin is vogue,
And speaking truth is running rogue,
We find that faith might wear quite thin,
For more go out than do come in.
The darkened mind and shuttered eye
Will point our way and start to lie:
"Crooked scales and caustic cues
Lay like snares within their pews!
Don't trust them! They're hypocrites!
They steal him blind, the one who sits
Beneath self-righteous blitherings
And all their mindless ditherings!"
It chaffs one who with all his strength
Serves his Lord! And so, at length,
It robs him of the joy he had;
It makes him doubt and makes him sad.
Yet all is watched by our Lord
Who holds securely His reward
For one who trusts and stays on track;
Who endures the spite and won't strike back
At those who laugh and those who smirk;
Who knows it's still his job to work
For the glory of God above
And won't stop fleshing out Christ's love.
They know there will be fruit one day
And find refreshment in the way
That God uses a faithful hand
To shine His light throughout the land.
