We ambassadors let it rip -
Just our greatness does not slip.
The journey’s rough, a broken ship -
The Titanic’s dreams are now a blip.
Hope has claimed another victim;
How can they betray our dictum?
Once, might we forgo, restrict ‘em?
God is truly good, we fixed ‘em.
Earth’s on guard, an angel’s compass.
Politics, division bump us;
A bedroom, den, or kitchen rumpus
Adds an airplane, train, or bus.
Our sins’ admonished, each infraction…
His Grace so pure bestowing traction…
Christ, Our Lord, was called to action.
Joyful, blessed, by Light’s Refraction!
The coffee pots shall percolate.
Our favorite souls cannot be late.
God’s our shield from all the hate;
Begrudged and fearful, clear the slate.
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