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.
New Born Blues
One day, I said, to the Lord, A whispered prayer, over my shoulder, One day I will know. One day you will show me, What it is in me, That ...
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I don't wanna be your drone And I don't wanna work from home I don't wanna end up all alone So I'm on strike, I won'...
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I find the cool channels between buildings where the wind finds flow, This breeze block, asphalt, concrete complex, Where the radiance of ...
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Let Me In I don't stand at the door and knock, It's not that my calls on the phone go unanswered, It's not that you forget to ...
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