the cynic in me wants to laugh as rome burns,
but jesus in me will not have his man stand by.
rome is burning and needs the healers.
where are the people of the living water?
where are the people of salt and light?
where has the city gone which was once on a hill?
who has put out the lamps, which when lit cannot be hidden?
how do i forget the plank in my eye?
the cloud the sea 