The Blue Moon

We carry the torch of wisdom
Over the ample seas
And through the mountainous valleys
Into the bastioned cities.

We are a society of men
Who carry firsthand knowledge
Of the cross.
Looking into the heavens
We see the evidence for our God.

We dare not say the whole truth
For who should ever believe?
But rather, we men, leave fragments
Of the truth across the many seas.

For good is an agency of God
And evil what's ugly to man;
We see in all things the evidence
Which flow from time's shifting sands.

We are small, we are strong,
We can make the mountains move.
With our prayers we heal the blind
And with our words we prove God true.

We have encountered Him
In many of our prayers.
We are the men who have knowledge
So sons of man Beware.