Called to pulpit; itís for certain I am not.
A deep-sea of verse is what my soulís got.
Iíll tell you in rhyme the things my Godís done.
Iíll write how He saved me through Jesus His Son.
I am here before you because His mercy abounds.
He raised me up, as ďThe CrimsonĒ ran down.
Iíll write of the depths from which Jesus has raised me.
Iíll speak of these things with the gifts my God gave me.
There is so much to tell of the love of my master.
As quickly as I write, my joy flows much faster.
This precious calling is particularly dear to my heart.
It came with surrender as I made a fresh start.
I can by no means express all that God has done.
He allowed EVEN me to be secure in his Son.
As many others before me; I too am unworthy.
For most of my years I lived life that was dirty.
Called to the pulpit; for sure thatís not me.
Thatís not how God has planned it to be.
I have so much praise and gratitude I must give.
With my pen Iíll praise God for as long as I live.
BY: Sharon Reid-Robinson
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