If God gave us eyes to see, ears to hear

Would we rally when Trouble came creeping near?

A Trouble whose ravenous, bestial gaze 

Scorched seekers who pondered it from a mere page

 

A Trouble whose lone shadow shook and divided

Students of scripture who could be united

To stand in the gap before history collided

 

A Trouble with gaze fixed on one single place 

On a people whom many have sought to erase

And others have greedily sought to replace

 

And when one day it strikes, it will crush, decimate

All but a remnant whose flight will create

Sore need of a refuge, a vast secret store 

A hiding place built by wise hands long before

 

Built by scholars and wanderers, outcasts and dreamers

By skeptics, romantics, by prophets and thinkers

By scientists, plumbers, by doctors and singers

So come, Lovers of Jesus.  And bring all your fingers.