You will be hated by all because of my name.
But not a hair of your head will perish.
By your endurance you will gain your souls
Though the land go dry or the oceans rise
you are in the arms of the Beloved.
Though times my seethe and the air swirl with shouting
you are being held.
Though people around you may be angry or in a panic
the One who holds you is at peace.
Though people speak ill of you
the name you bear is mercy.
Though the streets may flow with hate
your heart is suffused with love.
Though people hurl fear at you
your soul will not be harmed.
Though you be threatened
you will not perish.
Nothing can prevent
your courageous love.