A spiritual poem.

You hold titles: 

Wink at your targets
Touch disciples with sermons
Call them to your office
Teach them how to preach

You hold titles:
Hold the truth
Impeach the devil
Drive them out in God’s name
You’re Jesus-like

You are human
Holy ghost filled 
A precious creature 
Judas behold
Peter whats up!

You owe sinners the truth
You owe them life
You soothe their souls
The devils fret with fear–
Like Satan

You are never scared–
Never have been
You possess love for many
Your reward is conspicuous–
A ticket to Heaven .

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  • carissimi on Aug 8, 2010

    that is almost like a in your face this is me, this is who I am.. loved it!

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