a golden shovel
The family name casts strange light,
Iniquities carrying over, scars
Of evangelical shame
The weight of a cross unbearable,
Fathers, angry, absent
Are somehow led to minister,
Visited by God, they call
Upon His name and serve imperfectly
The line of faith persists,
Sons wrestle with their upbringing
And He delights in their struggle,
Daughters shoulder the glory
Unto eternal life, praying for
The redemption of their lineage,
Third Holy help us
And welcome us as a
Fourth in your partnership:
Generations to free.