Your ministry is not chemistry,
Nor alchemy or sorcery,
It is not fakery nor forgery,
Not trickery nor mimicry,
It's not intelligence,
Nor is it your 50 cents,
Not your pound of flesh,
Not indulgence for your interests.
Not a means of gaining praise,
Not a passing phase, to fill some days,
It is not for you to fill your pockets as you tread the grain,
I'ts not for you, I will say it again,
It is not,
For you.
Your ministry,
Is service.
All the rest,
Is worthless.
Saturday 24 August 2013
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