Jesus Sends His Disciples
As fish live by water, in Jesus the disciples lived.
His life he breathed in them as Lord Yahweh did to Adam.
Demons and diseases, as though magicians, they confined.
Deeds of wonder, like Jesus, their master, worked at random.
Non attachment to mundane tackles was their crucial norm.
Abundant mammon and luxuries would mar their mission.
The sin-ridden hearts to celestial form they should transform.
Salvation for souls was the goal of their expedition.
Begging bags, like those of mendicants, were part of their chore.
The father will feed his children. He has his secret ways.
Apostles should feel and heal the cravings of each heart's core.
Being with them, as flesh and blood, they should spread shaman rays.
Shake off the dust if you're unwelcome, yet, help those in need.
Wasn't embracing each human, the soul of Jesus creed?
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