a golden shovel
The family name casts strange light, Iniquities carrying over, scars Of evangelical shame The weight of a cross unbearable, Fathers, angry, absent Are somehow led to minister, Visited by God, they call Upon His name and serve imperfectly
The line of faith persists, Sons wrestle with their upbringing And He delights in their struggle, Daughters shoulder the glory Unto eternal life, praying for The redemption of their lineage,
Third Holy help us And welcome us as a Fourth in your partnership: Generations to free.