dedicated to all INC ministers and church workers
He sails across stormy seas
impels with tormented oar
nothing is in his mind
but reach ocean's shore
he crosses often giant waves
windy nights sever tides
he goes sailing without ebb
surfing to save human's soul
night and day he keeps on sailing
uncomplaining rejecting personal gain
just to head Godly duty
as heavenly sailors in noble ministry
he ruins blockades along the waves
encountering weariness struggleship as flesh
but what lead him not astray?
there is God, his strenght
who guide him for a safe journey
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