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The Psalm Of A Fallen Preacher - a poem by Pastor Alfred



The World loathes a Preacher's flaws/
They Shred his name with vocal claws/
Their index finger stands as Judge/
And Jury, and Executioner; All in One/
They're the first to say it's human to have flaws/
But when it's a Preacher that theory's out the door/
Welcome to sit on the pouch until the Preacher is done for/
The world shows no mercy for a Preacher's flaws/
Sadly, no compassion awaits him in church/
Only rocks and stones thrown with eyes that choke/
And squeeze tears like juice out of his soul/
The lives that he built want a piece of his throat/
They can't pick up the soul, who always picked up their soul/
When they fell, he dusted off their clothes/
They can't let go of his footprints abode/
They expect him to be perfect and White as Snow/
But God picks his soldiers before they are grown/
Right from the womb, their Destiny is choose/
And God calls a Man when there's still so much to know/
Spiritually babies with bibs, and Milk down their throat/
Even Spiritual Father's still need to Grow/
Don't Hate his daily Growth, and failures on his Road/


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