Wretched Piper

I shall sit upon this knoll And play my solo pipe. My melody is salvation; Playing in the morning, And at noon and night. But, woe is me! I am a wretched piper. For my people are deaf; Born to hear only dirge. I played in the morning, But they cast on me stones. I played at noon, And they burnt down my hut. Only my pipe and I escaped. But I shall sit upon this knoll In the cold of the winter night, And still play the living tune - The Salvation Melody. Even birds have their nest; And foxes their holes. But I am a wretched piper, Not worthy of a hut To hide from the scorching sun. (Read 1Corinthians 1:22-24 and 1John 4:4-6)