Parents,brethren, child, in the flesh,
Samefamily we do share,
God’s Word, His Sword, came to our clan,
Dividing wheat and tare.
The nearest, dearest, ones we love,
Now keep quite far away,
But pray we will, and not give up,
They’ll join with us one day.
The sword is real, though not of steel,
It separates in two,
Those who believe, and those who don’t,
It’s left for us to choose.
Do we love them, oh yes we do,
But Christ we love much more,
If we turn back, once truth be known,
He’ll one day shut the door.
It was foretold, in days of old,
This way that it would be,
For those of us, who love the Lord,
Who choose to follow thee.
It’s plain that if we silent kept,
And never did we speak,
So many lost relationships,