Labor of Love
The pastor labors with love as he shepherd's God's sheep.
Day after day week after week.
He is God's light house that stands tall on the shore.
His beacon shines bright through our darkest of storms.
He keeps us from dashing ourselves on the rocks.
He keeps us afloat and guides us along.
Even when the Pastor takes a day off deep in his heart
he's still there with his flock.
Great is his love for the God that he serves.
He teaches and preaches the truth of his word.
Sometimes it gives comfort, sometimes it cuts deep,
some times it stirs us from our head to our feet.
Tender and loving, humble and meek, the pastor labors with love as he shepherd's God's sheep.
P.S.
For all pastors every where. We love you and thank you
for all that you do.
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