Let me not be a wretched minister,
Speaking words that oppose my secret life.
To not be like the signpost that points,
Yet stays off the path.
Let me not be a wretched minister,
Ever learning and never coming to Truth,
Carrying the form, touching zero power;
Covering my lack with high-sounding words.
Let me not be a wretched minister,
Lazy to pay the price to wield power,
Allowing my generation to suffer;
Wasting investments in my life.
Let me not be a wretched minister,
Blind as a bat,
Crippled as a dead tree,
Yet smiling and dancing.
Let me not a be wretched minister,
Pausing to look back, missing the old,
Offended at my God;
Removing the smile from Abba’s face.
I still love hearing from you ♥️.