When Pastors meet and Pastors pray... God leans down from His Throne, To listen to the words they say... and any wisdom shown... He harkens to their fervent needs... desires, hopes and dreams, For without Him, not one succeeds... regardless of extremes... Not one can boast, save in the Lord, because of all He's done, That's why the best are overawed... that God spared not His Son... To think, Christ died for Pastors, too... yet now their flocks direct, Perhaps they even pray for you... as one of God's elect... What insights will such Pastors gain? What blessings will God send? What projects started yet remain... on which God's saints depend? I only know that God approves of Pastors young and old And that through such as these God moves... when they're as good as gold!