Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,
A gallant commander the victim is seen.
For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand
Condemn'd to receive a severe reprimand!
Is this the Being of Light whose first
radiance I kindled? Was I the one
with the necessary gesture to release
the stalled spirit? Did I, mere flesh
The Samaritan woman Jesus met at the well,
Did He not use her for His message to tell?
While today many are against women to preach,
The Master used one for His message to reach.
Oh I was bewailng
the Ides of March
& how like a fickle lover
John the Baptist
was a voice crying
in the wilderness
inspiration of an inspired moment
counted in sunlight grains of sand
inspiration in split instant moment
pierces third eye in beams of light
Howard and Betty, Deacon Davis’ house,
Only thing missing was the church mouse,
End of every year it’s a special ministry,
Praise the Lord, as the good time is free.
My wife was sanctified and set apart through The Spirit in her heart,
And from my wife's tender heart, to me words of Life she did impart.
Such is the work of The Holy Spirit, sent by God from the very start,
To go throughout the world around us changing every yielding heart.
In the neolithic age of our Australia, long ago,
There dwelt a wise old chieftain, as you probably don't know;
His royal tastes and habits I won't venture to describe,
But his plain horse-sense was noted and applauded by his tribe.