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)
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