Give us the grace to let our cherished chapels die
but shout your Gospel to the open sky
of tomorrow's brand new day
and leave our outgrown shells beneath the tide of half forgotten dreams
to join the tin mines and the clay pits,
the pilchard sheds and all the monuments to the pride of other years,
and bring instead the message of salvation,
the living Christ who calls us
'Follow me!'
and asks us,
'Do you really love me more than these?'