If you are Christian preacher, energetic, young,
And your thoughts never stay in place,
Always far lung,
Then it’s a profession, you must learn to love,
It’s your home faith boy, must learn to serve.

Christianity is but call for togetherness,
Can humanity really know its betterness?
No, those who wanna leave, go play outside,
It’s only in the circle of Christ, you’ll feel,
The brightside.

Our pride has been taken, that we’re liars?
Then your concern is truth that time admires,
As preachers, we’ve a job to do, to work for,
The salvation of others, in it is ours too,
By telling on, you’ll find the a clue.

In life, we are clueless, but we know songs,
Songs lead your soul to truth, where it belongs,
Cross never tells us how to live, but beautifully,
Cross never tells us how to travel but dutifully.

You can only feel when the feeling comes,
Can’t feel when you want, not on your terms,
Faith is that feeling, like a wind, like a breeze,
Mountains may move but not the oak trees,
Cause thy roots run deep, and faith is a leap,
Run to faith, what you seed, is what you reap.

The circle of Christ is a halo above your head,
Eat and let eat others, the rhapsody that’s bread,
No my child, Christ lives in beats, was never dead,
He’s the tale of a coin that always lands on the head.