by Gideon Burton
Like crabs with pincers pulling others down,
the fashion is derision: none survive
who rise to stand for God. Oh, see them drown!
Authority, through mockery, is scarce alive.
But I have known them, heard them: quiet, strong.
The steady ones whose firm convictions need
no polish. They are they whose prayers long,
whose hushed obedience, whose constant speed
to minister (and in the Savior's name)
have fashioned keen conviction, eyesight clear;
whose diligent repentance, single aim,
conditions them to seek and see and hear.
And I have witnessed wonders in their eyes,
And carry this conviction as my prize.