Within a glass shaker 

Locked away from purpose 

Salt is only decor

Within a glass shaker

Salt cannot preserve

As is its labour

Within an ivory tower 

Salt that cannot show the power 

Of a Savior 

Loses His savor

God once beheld a seed 

It received His rain and sun 

That it could receive the Son 

In an embrace in His hour of need 

Coming from a foreknown seed