A Missionary's Song
Dust and dirt
Adorned with the light
The slight blue sky
And the gift of poor sight
The abandoned village
In fall sunlight
Becomes a masterpiece
Of towering height
Festooned in trash
By the ignorant hand
Reflecting the attitude
Of life without plan
Day by day
Passing in dust
We scorn the poor
And betray their trust
Their hunger returns
With an invisible hand
Our intellect burns
To try and understand
How to turn them away
From this cycle of waste
That we taught them
By our consumerist taste?
We blame education
And a broken down home
Porn, masturbation
leaves them alone
The truth of the matter
Is that we broke their tribe
They lived in the mountains
Without time or scribe
They were happy before
Hunting, fishing and farming
Naked, without shame
“Progress” ended up harming
Our cheap imitations
Of beauty and life
Have robbed millions of boys
Of future children and wife
Now pour out their time
Into offices and plants
The evidence of crime
Drained in anime romance
I came to teach you
But now you teach me
That what you had
Was originally more free
A life close to nature
Close to family and self
Lived with your children
Your only wealth
Now we both abandon
And live in concrete
Boring, not random
All food is too sweet
The feeling of empty
You blame on the West
But we both now are angry
We both failed the test
The law brought death
And death brought power
And only by grace
Can our friendship flower
The Gospel must
Change both of us
In order to regain
Our lost trust
So we can hear
Holiness and sin
Quench the fear
That rots us within
We are both lost
And no one can save
Without the Cross
And the watery grave
The law brought death
And death brought power
And only by blood
Can our lives re-flower
In Him Heaven and Earth
The East and the West
Are brothers in rebirth
And no longer a guest
Dust and dirt
Adorned with the light
The slight blue sky
And the gift of poor sight
The abandoned village
In fall sunlight
Becomes a masterpiece
Of towering height
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Bp. Joseph Boyd
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