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Preaching and teaching
Walking my talk
Sculpting a picture
Man may not gawk.

Jesus scathing my brain
He is whipping me into shape
His paths spreading before me
Now seeing the path to take.

Preaching is my chore this morning
A calling I can't ignore
Watering and feeding lambs
I do it shore to shore.

The lambs are ready to eat
They are sitting at the Shepherd's feet.

This poem is entered as a response to the following prompt in a contest on another site:

'Allow the verse below speak to your heart

before writing me a rhyming poem.

'The highway of the upright

is to depart from evil:

he that keepeth his way

preserveth his soul.'

~ Proverbs 16:17'

By Chris_Breva

© 2019 Chris_Breva (All rights reserved)


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