A few friends label her divisive;
Her attempts to unify fall flat.
Others declare she is derisive.
To scorn she replies, “I’m no doormat!
You’ve even called me indecisive;
I assert, I’m not so sure I’m that!”
God’s laws and virtues need a retaining wall
Strong and tall enough to stem each beck and call
From the persistent floods of fads and fashion
Spawned by the pressure caused by current passion.
God’s guidance and commands
Erode from the demands.
The anchors of the faith
Do not escape the scathe.
Bibles receive a new interpretation
Forcing churches to do reeducation.
But secure in its belief
And saved by God’s loving reef,
On a firm foundation
Calls members to stand brave,
Repels the tidal wave—
With fidelity to faith and flock,
It becomes a beacon on the rock.