II

On the safety plate
We stand aloft and play dare
Until one man falls

The human race is all but a frail one. We are taken out of grime and mire. Let us have our baptism of fire. We shall not have our wars make us undone. united we join hands so we become, like a phalanx of Rome would make its pyres. We have no need for our God lifts us higher. By faith we stand, horrors of world we shun. we walk about so lazy and so daft. wandering here like a sheep in a flock, standing around waiting here in this place. Ticking time goes away just like a clock, so very often we give God the shaft, yet we have His salvation and His grace.

Not cut from the bolt

Not an average cookie cut

I'm a wanderer