It’s a puzzlement for sure
that far and wide
each Sabbath Day
respecting ideas and beliefs
that make no sense
They talk of faith, and love,
forgiveness and salvation
and sacrifice of self
for greater good.
Where else can such ideas be heard
They speak of peace
despite the fact that peace
is more a hope
than a reality
and heaping hope on desperate hope
they see the gracious Hand of God
They decry their dwindling numbers,
but still they pray.
They bemoan their lack of faith,
but still they sing.
Their actions belie their earnest words
but still they feel
Do not dismiss this weirdo crowd
In them and all their foolishness