Here, my brother, come take my hand
As we travel together through a pilgrim’s land
To discover our talents, our faith, our fears
And realize our calling through laughter and tears.
Do you have any concept of what it is like
To heed the call and encounter the might
Of masculine pride so quick to oppose?
(So that doubt only festers and inevitably grows.)
Why are you threatened by the fact of my gender?
(when I, like you, must always remember
that I am a slave of the Most Sovereign Lord
And always must act by command of the Word.)
We both partake of the same salvation
that molds us together into one Holy Nation.
Yet the pain of your hatred, (for that’s what it seems,)
only tears us asunder and hinders our dreams.
Consider with me that you might be wrong
In your opinion of where I belong
And that when the day of reckoning comes
It is I who’ll be counted with the faithful ones.
For I am not out to prove my mettle
And I’ve no score that I need to settle.
All I can do is humbly obey
And strive to be worthy on that Final Day.
But the cost is so heavy that sometimes I falter,
when it lies in your power to radically alter
the way that you see me and relate to me too,
So the burden is lifted and we both battle through.
