I constantly remember you,
Both night and day within my prayers;
In my thanks to God I pursue,
Because I know He also cares.
For I serve with a clear conscience,
The same as my ancestors did;
Because I persist with patience,
Not to go where God would forbid.
I remember your tears I saw,
When you were filled with such sadness;
Before you had gotten a call,
Your were filled with so much gladness.
I reminded you how sincere,
Your faith has to be in your life;
And being convinced you revere,
God for guarding you against strife.
You received a gift from the Lord,
When I placed my hands to ordain;
So never let it be ignored,
For it prevents getting a stain.
I remind you to fan the flame,
Coming from the gift that will burn;
The fire grows as you proclaim,
And what you spiritually learn.
God gives not a cowardly spirit,
Rather a spirit of power;
Good judgment that you inherit,
That refills with love each hour.
Be not ashamed telling others,
All about the Lord our God;
Convince them to become brothers,
Starting to give honor and laud.
Join for the sake of the Gospel,
How God saved us to be holy;
Stressing unto all the people,
The true God the one and only.
So long before the world began,
God would show us of His kindness;
By including within His plan,
How love will always have blindness.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer