O Christians, the little sermons of the sundays,
You can always then have mondays as fundays,

Preachers, yeah, they are on it forever saying,
For prosperity of Christians we’re always praying,

Preachers live your drives, the days of adventure,
Of truth you are the hives, faith is your venture,

One day, God will call us, this is my kingdom, come,
When it will fall on your ears, you’ll know glory’s drum,

Where will you go without faith in this lost world broken?
Life of preaching is a virtue, know your spirits have awoken.

Mary had pains, even mother Teresa had doubts,
Imagine then a million lamps, scent from its snouts,

Preachers, may God be with you and the missionaries,
May God give you all that he has promised, heaven’s prairies,

May God administer you among the scholars of knight,
That which shines in the sky, is your shimmering light.