Leaders, servants, tested and true Pulled through the knotholes of life before you Journey ahead down a dusty dark path Prepared to help you avoiding the wrath Like a lighthouse perched high on the rocks Look to them to avoid coming knocks Little blue church, listen I've watched them I see it They're steady and they love you They want to bring you healing They want to inform you of deeper things And they need you too They need to feel appreciated Love them for me, please Hug them, touch them They need to know too Be knit as one Dance together, sing aloud Sit down and break bread Open your hearts, pour out your tears Confess, pray, heal, prepare The enemy throws a dark net But God has informed the few Listen, give heed, learn how to war These are my parents, I bless them "Dear woman here is your son" "Young man, here is your mother" Sit at one another's feet Be yokefellows true One spirit, one baptism, one body The family of Life -Stephen Pursell, 10/07/02, written to Trinity Bible Church to honor my parents who were elders in the spirit there |
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