Waste Not

I was wrongly holding them to the standard
Of brother and fellow-heir
Instead of bringing the balm of the gospel
Into the pirate lair.

I want to hold them accountable
As equals in the faith, before You,
But I must let go and forgive them;
They know not what they do.

Help me, and deliver me
From a life of useless activity.
Help me bring everyone I know
Back to the nativity,

Through the cross,

Onward into Your ascension.

Hide me in Yourself.