Salted drops hold fast
as hearts dip into wells of past;
suffer not, dear children, these wailing sounds,
as we wrestle ourselves to ancient grounds.
Let not our sins rest upon your heads;
but sleep beneath the scarlet, he bled.
Do not hand yourselves over to earth’s deadly lust,
nor get buried beneath her barren dust.
Burn not to ash as we deserve;
tread the straight path, resisting the wide curve.
Take not to the fire the beds we have made,
but choose Life through Jesus Christ that will never fade!