Shall I compare thee to a minister of grace Although you are not a preache But my life you impact sweet memories beyond imagination At your alter I feel the warmth of your speech Which you render lastly with a grace of comfort As I silently whisper to your silent heart wishes For I am your only congregation and need the presence of communication For thou have built yourself a place of worship If only thee read thy love letter like the Bible But thou is committed to singing the hymn of love And when the holy place seems heavenly The more I want more of your spiritual culture and revelations The more my sins seems to aggravate And constantly making me yell to devil Of course I cannot let go my confession As I finally say my Lords prayer And then i am lost in my own thought of salvation ••Open For All•• 🔸 To the Participants of our 1 month writing Challenge - "Worddiction!" 🔸 You must write a Pastoral poem. 🔸 This is our 24th task for "Worddiction!" ___________________________________________________
