To what have we stooped,
with what have we looped?
Though the stars twinkle above,
our home has dissolved the bonds of love.
Desolate are we, like glass shattered on a rock;
we should wrap our arms together and ne'er undo the lock.
No feeling breaks the cold, hard ice;
the future is foretold by the cast of dice.
The Piper's fife has finally rung;
our doom is sealed - the song has been sung.
But hope remains among the dust;
God grant us mercy to rid the rust.
The bonds of love can be renewed;
our house a home can soon be hewed.
If we would but turn to God;
He'll make us strong with heavenly sod.
United we'll be forevermore:
a home with a welcoming door.
"And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD." ~Joshua 24:15