My Lord, If you can find but fifty,
Surely, will you still destroy the city?
But what if there are only forty-five,
Will you still destroy or pass on by?
Again, I petition, what if only forty,
I know for that you’ll call off the sortie.
I’m on my knees for the sake of thirty,
Would you still get your hands dirty?
I beseech you anew, yet for only twenty
I know that that few has to be plenty.
Lastly, I beg, would you save it for only ten.
“For just that few, I will pass over them.”
From Genesis 18:16-33