God will give you more, shed these words,
You’ve wanted to give, you’ve bled these words,
It doesn’t who have then read these words,
You’ve done your part you’ve said these words,

What if words really your job, call of duty,
So try to define what is hope, it is fruity,
Gain is nothing that is lost, fill your soul,
Words are heavy, power lifting your goal.

Voice of church are you really meant to be,
Be obvious with words, don’t pretend to be,
Savior you are not, be a servent that you are,
Give away your pickles, in the spicy bazaar.

Taste buds will be developed in time my dear,
So stay with the church, with words sincere,
Make sure there’s enough for every’s basket,
Things that travel with soul, not dissolve,
In casket.

Faith simply delivering, not a rocket science,
Who knows they might need it for some reliance,
Don’t be butcher of your faith, be the preacher,
Don’t be villain in your story, be Jack Reacher.

Junior, the struggle is freedom of the faith town,
Rising with the new sun, sinking with the down,
That which fits you perfectly, faith is that gown,
Finding purpose in life when one already you own?

Beyond the words, you don’t have power boy,
Whatever comes handy, just let it shower boy,
After-world is reward of your efforts here now,
So kneel only to facts, and only to truth fair bow.