The Evangelist

The Evangelist There comes a man, more cursed than not Spiritually guided, or so he must be To remind the children of things they forgot Of the price of salvation and eternity With the staff of moses he prods their coals Embers of a fire that’s grown cold A raging flame that had filled their souls Like sheep scattered, gone from the fold Through the dark with a light so bright He seeks these lambs that lose their way To his tented shelter, out of the night They come together to kneel and pray As some stand back, others draw near With respect for the feeling about to come To some it’s love, but to others it’s fear For they all know where it’s from Softly at first it starts to move From person to person it begins to flow With a shout or cry, tongues do prove That a heavenly presence runs the show As stiffened necks begin to bow As stony hearts start to crumble The spirit teaches, for it knows how That when at first we learn to be humble When the chains of pride are broken And the yoke of bondage cast away A comforting spirit of tongues is spoken With unknown words you will say For those that are standing near and about For them that must have their sign For those that are weak or of doubt An unexcelled joy they will find When on this narrow path they go Hand in hand with the holy one With the sword of truth to slay our foe Power given through gods only son These gifts of the spirit are very real Tools from the carpenter that he gave A mystery to most, but he does reveal There every use for this world to save So comes this man of no special breed Chosen of god to spread his flame A gift to his children to fill a need For after the fire……nothings the same