Here in our world
Religious are the bold
They are the people who mold
Everywhere they are behold
Mind not they the weather
Mission of Christ only they bother
They go to nations to gather
The people who wither
World improving with technology
Made everyone so busy
Though everything to our eyes crazy
Religious make their way easy
Though religious outdated in form
Update themselves with Christ in calm
Written their names, God in His palm
So, ever ready they are to sing His psalm
Technology improves or not
World changes or not
Preaching Christ is ought
For the religious brought
And brings and will bring
The Good news that itself is Christ
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