The cradle clings unto the branch
This cannot be pure happenstance
But is the work of stronger hands
T’will bring about the Master’s plans !
Tis strange that we who have no worth
Bethink ourselves the salt of earth
While dung we are in our pursuit
Of evil gain and heartless loot !
The children who inherit this
Denied the blessings of kindness
Are the lost sheep now gone astray
Who need God’s help to find their way !