Teach My Children
Her call would be to lead the young
Of heart, of age, GOD set among
Her home, Gods home to teach and feed
The innocent to know, believe
Upon her rests the hope that gave
A second chance as once enslaved
She was before she came to know
The God of Jacob and Heavens throne
She'd marry one, once lost as her
That came to know what in her stirred
The call to serve no less but more
Elsie dear wife that Lou adores
Patience a virtue will press her faith
To build Gods Kingdom before too late
Becomes of time nearing the end
On this and more her role depends
And so in faith, in Christ she moves
A step closer, no time to lose
For by His hands impaled on tree
Jesus would forge her ministry
Written for Elsie Centeno, Children's Ministry
Barnabas Transformation Ministry
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