Preacher Over Me Poem by naphright naphright

the sheaperd that is over me, will not lie down with the enemy. he will seek the face of God as never before. power of saints lifting him through the door. he's at rest, only the best, will he invest, in God's chest, trully the blessed. in the name of Jesus i pray, not only now but everyday, let his tongue be on fire, as he speaks your desire. let his hands melt, with touches that can be felt. let his feet glide, not a thought to backslide, quick to obey, is the only way, delegated authority of God you are, may God's holy angels keep the enemy afar.