Poem by David Lindsay

Another poem by David Lindsay:

Dare we suck the marrow
While the famished have no choice
Dare we sing the happy chorus
While the hopeless have no voice

Dare we gather up harvest
Content with days to come
While the dying daily feast on
Yesterday's bitter crumbs

Dare we offer up complaints for
The desires we didn't see
While the Father's heart it breaks for
A child who is not free

For the hopeless cannot call on
A God they do not know
And the dying cannot to hear a
Truth that is not told

So gather up the Father's praise
And Joyful melodies
And dare take them to the nations
To those who need believe

For the Father still has many
He cannot call His own
And He waits in anticipation
For us to bring them home