It has happened that a minister visits me
and ask for assistance,
that I cannot give
at that moment.
If a minister prays
that my eyes must be opened,
I consider at times
at whose eyes are really closed.
If his prayer turns into a preach
and he uses prayer,
to force me into his will
and he twists the arm of God,
I marvel at who sins more?
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