I will not pander to the pack

Join the numbers in attack

I will not quench the smoking flax

Or surrender, become lax.  

We choose our doctrines to our taste,

And even scripture may be laced

with preference, and deception bent

perverting Divine intent.

Oh, link me to eternity

my disillusioned soul to loose

Welcome, Truth, and set me free

and fasten wings upon my shoes.

Some truths must be found alone,

then distilled by silvery fire.

I bend my reason and my strength

To all that's heavenly, aspire.