Thy Servant Of Thy Cross. Poem by Michael Gale

Servant of the Cross...
Preach toward a saved beginning.
Teach fresh a new envisioning...
I see sunshine shinning down on my busied parade.
Please Lord, erase from my life this continuing rantful tirade...
Perspiration of beads, drips slowly down a furrowed brow.
Work and a far reaching of asperations, compose which what is to
becomes to my past experiences with many a much learn'ed know how...
Pureed fury knows no bounds.
Love enhances life's dull boring sounds...
Be prepared for the change of thy ways.
For a nearer futured better of days...
A call usually is put forth for a Servant of the Cross.
Sometimes, only when'st we and all experience a loved one to this lifely loss.