Wednesday, June 5, 2019

The Street Preacher


Look at him there
Among the dirt and the dust
Doesn't look like he's seen a bathtub in months
Preaching away
Like he's one of us

Leading our flocks away
That is what he's doing
Taking away our sheep
Now our anger is stewing

He is not one of us
The established
The honored
The chosen
They say he preaches a good message
From a street corner all day

Gutter trash is all he is
He must be stopped
For the sake of the many
He must be stopped for his own good

He's stealing our sheep
We are shepherds to God's people
That street preacher is just a thief

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