Salvation's Dam
The Baptist cries against the wind,
His rough words blown back in his face,
He sees the inward, sinful mind,
They see his obvious disgrace.
And were he to walk down our street
Shouting aloud our faithless sin,
The priest and wardens would retreat,
Determined not to let him in.
But he it was who saw the lamb,
Making himself the first but least,
Breaching the sacramental dam
To watch salvation being released.