Fear not plucky little flock
For so they call you
Your size matters far less
Than God’s ordained will to bless
The way you tread is made for a few
Not to many is the promise due
The children of the bond-women
Are more-ask Sarah’s single son
The desolate have more children
Than the Wife of God’s Son
The Seed of Abraham today
Pass through the strait gate
That narrows to the Word-way
They march baggage-free in single file
Far from Ishmael’s hoarding hordes