We in Sardis, the weary, we strive, as you
also do. We know Him, too; we do not fail Him
in our state as men alone. Our love is true
for Him. We contest world and flesh, no whim
animates our life with God. But when you
gather in His name you forget these black sheep
you wish to change. Point us to our Strength.
Why will you not sow what you wish to reap?
Or you forget not, but think us childish sons
and not brothers, as He named us. At length
of this we learn your mind, and hear the sound
of shame. Rather, teach us as eaglets, to fly
with sight, to ride His Wind and not come down.
Strengthen what remains and is about to die.

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