My Son, My Servant
Thou hast walked a many mile
Through grief, hunger, time dark awhile
Where homeless sheltered you no peace
Refuge shared with too the beast
Made one yourself with den of thieves
Of the world, in it deceived
Strung out you’d come to know conceive
Imprisoned soul to change, believe
The wars within the walls you built
Came to an end as I would melt
The bars that kept my son enslaved
Setting you free, my ransom paid
You are my son, beloved one
A child of light, special someone
Mine I’d call to serve this day
Thy role as mine today you’ll play
Call to those lost once as you
Let them know of, water you drew
Where thirst no more they shall again
Dear son Michael, servant I send
Dedicated to Michael, a soldier for Christ
Barnabas Transformation Ministry
Written by Edwin Flores 02/27/12
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