Make me small among the heathens
Oh, scarred heart scatter, to Edom be gone
All enemies mine and on high counsel reject
Intellect, prophecy, and neglectful offspring
Oh, scarred heart, scatter
And depart me as future matters past
Raising dust, sand, fissures, pieces, and ire
Oh, scarred heart, scatter
Is it not enough to hope to pray
For better prophets and saviors
To incarnate, inculcate and gather
Oh, scarred heart be gone
Scatter
A heathen made small today.