God’s Call — A poem
I’m not so sure
That God called me
I am a pastor
The Spirit is gone
The elders are boss
Comfort, order
Our gods that lead us
Faith is second
My soul starves for more
To reach beyond
Scriptures voice speaks loud
Deaf ears respond
Job cries answer me
I cry hear me
If called, let me hear
Touched by presence
My heart cries be real
Call me again
Let me be affirmed
Taste the Spirit
The world is painful
My love is weak
I fear the darkness
I run from light
My image of you
Shaped by Jesus
Is full of hope
A tinted cross
Words of peace I seek
A price to pay
For my neighbor
Who cries alone
Your Kingdom will come
Your will be done
I touch my neighbor
I taste Spirit
