Parents, brethren, child, in the flesh,
Same family we do share,
God’s Word, His Sword, came to our clan,
Dividing wheat and tare.
The nearest, dearest, ones we love,
Now keep quite far away,
But pray we will, and not give up,
They’ll join with us one day.
The sword is real, though not of steel,
It separates in two,
Those who believe, and those who don’t,
It’s left for us to choose.
Do we love them, oh yes we do,
But Christ we love much more,
If we turn back, once truth be known,
He’ll one day shut the door.
It was foretold, in days of old,
This way that it would be,
For those of us, who love the Lord,
Who choose to follow thee.
It’s plain that if we silent kept,
And never did we speak,
So many lost relationships,
Would still be ours to keep.
We preach of sin, and saving grace,
Repent, believe, we say,
These words are what upsets them most,
They tell us, go away!
My hands are clean, I’ve done my job,
Misunderstood I’ve been,
My great concern, without the Lord,
They will die in their sin!
Cathy White 2007 ©
Matthew 10:34-39 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household. He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.