A Preacher's Job Poem by Billy Loving

Prayers for the dead
Some words of repentance said
Blank eyes, staring at the ceiling
Not knowing what she's feeling

Moving from one to another
Desperation trying to cover
Steady stream brought inside
As a discordant symphony plays outside

Horrors of war
Pour in through the door
Becoming overwhelmed, not trying to be
As so much mutilation I see

From bed to bed, I walk
Some silent, some wanting to talk
Life, sometimes so hard
Forever, a servant of God

His words that guide
Keeping me serene inside
The Lord showing me the way
As faithfully, I continue to pray