To My Pastors
Hours long that see no end
Passion yours like mine now tend
The flock that thirst waters unseen
My words you know for them to ween
My sheep are yours, so nourish them
Do not become what one would bend
Break like glass or tear like paper
My strength is yours, I Am your maker
Meditate upon the writes given
Pray for all to be forgiven
Your role like mine will journey far
Further, harder from where you are
It pleases me to know you serve
Though times it seems some don't deserve
A second chance, but just like you
We called upon and drew you too
The church seems weak and needs backbone
Though times it seems you are alone
Be of good cheer for I Am here
To build upon what we hold dear
The sick and weak, the strong and lost
Are just the tip of present costs
That's why we called your name today
To say thank you in role you play
Destined were you, teacher I've schooled
Though some may think of you a fool
Fools are those who will know me
Who tried to call to them through thee
Hold fast today and to the gun
The one you pack that bares my son
Who preached to one and thousands too
Who knows the tasks ahead of you
Dedicated to Pastor Linda Begley & Reverend Albert Ping
and to My sister Pastora Noelia Morales
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