I Live My Ministry Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many inexperienced with listening,
And the difference it makes...
To comprehend lessons taught to them,
Are seldom found listening to do this done.
But first heard to pass judgement.
With claims they have obtained,
A practice to do daily a deepened faith.
Unlike those they've determined,
Hide their suffering from everyone.

They are there to appear,
On street corners quoting scriptures.
While handing out pamphlets,
To the ones that are picked...
More in need for a change to do and quick.
Since time no longer has them favored,
To be the ones to adorn wings.
Or admit their lives lived in wickedness.
With a defending of their sinful ways.

'It's okay.
We all have sinned, my brutha.
There is no need to express happiness.
When I know...
Feelings you have are too depressing,
To address.
I'm here for you.'

~I am fine.
In fact, each day I live I know I am blessed.~

'How do you know that? '

~By walking in faith.
Not to contemplate or fake.
And accepting each test God gives to me.~

'By walking in faith not to contemplate or fake.
Oh please!
Another one.
Who believes that crap?
Give me a break.
Where are you people coming from?
MARS?
How happy can you be...
Masquerading your true identity.
And trying to charade with me,
That tired philosophy.
What do you do so different I can't see.
Hmmm?
Besides denying your deep anguish.
Frustration, anger and suppressed sorrow.
God wants to know.'

~I live my ministry and not from quotes.
To know that god has blessed my life.~

'Geeezus!
Where on Earth do you people come from?
Let me get away from you,
Before I lose my religion.'