Remember when you despised the apostle
Who was always preaching the gospel
Now you sit with eyes glistening
Soul searching as you are listening
The gospel you have come to accept
In it's contents you have become adept
To that which you were apalled
You have now yielded to it's call
Now who is the apostle?
It's your turn to preach the gospel
When you encounter those who seem hostile
Remember when you weren't so docile
When submitting to a higher calling
You'll find it's not always enthralling
Some will find you apalling
Keep your focus, catch those who are falling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clever and well stated.