Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Hymn for Christian unity
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	Keep us, O Lord, from treating The bible like a charm; Although it points to Heaven, We use it for our harm. We whet our private axes On the grindstone of your Word, We make the Book an idol And crucify the Lord. Let us not hedge your Gospel Nor rob its glorious youth, Maintaining certain formulae Monopolize your truth. Like dragons in the legends We guard our golden hoard, We make a creed an idol And crucify the Lord. With mystery and splendour We deck your Church, the Bride, Her towers and spires our glory, Her liturgies our pride. Our heady, rich oblations Are on her altars poured, We make the Church an idol And crucify the Lord. Yet others of us triumph In intellectual powers; The brains God made to serve him We boast are wholly ours. We see in part, we think we have All wisdom safely stored, We make our minds an idol And crucify the Lord. Take all our hands, Lord Jesus, And draw us to your side; Our dogmas daily wound you Our bigotries divide. Come, hold your cross before us, We'll wield it like a sword, Together smite our idols And glorify the Lord. Undated