The members of the brotherhood was claimed by God,
Blind was the journey of time travelers but they rode,
Time was always actual condition, circumstances fraud,
Consigning everything to God, they embraced trust mode.

Divided by time, travellers knew but they were talking,
Each alone on their own planet but they were walking,
Circumstances had the best of them but they were rocking,
Where no one dared to reach the skies, they were knocking.

And one of the was a keen observer of all the rovers,
When it all came falling down to all the seed sowers,
And rose through them in plenty all the church goers,
There were no classes among them highers or lowers.