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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