Called to pulpit; it’s for certain I am not.
A deep-sea of verse is what my soul’s got.
I’ll tell you in rhyme the things my God’s done.
I’ll write how He saved me through Jesus His Son.
I am here before you because His mercy abounds.
He raised me up, as “The Crimson” ran down.
I’ll write of the depths from which Jesus has raised me.
I’ll 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 that’s not me.
That’s not how God has planned it to be.
I have so much praise and gratitude I must give.
With my pen I’ll praise God for as long as I live.
BY: Sharon Reid-Robinson
Copyright 2007
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