Its for the redemption of Man that I tarry still On this mortal plane.
Its because The lord has filled my mouth that I still Speak his words and sing his songs.
Songs of Love and Faith.
Songs of atonement and redemption.
Songs of hope and cheer
for his next coming!
Oh How Joyous the occasion will be! as I stand in judgement, Before my lord.
My face is smudged with the dirt of Righteous service.
My hands, are cracked and tired from Long days of hard work.
My body aches
and
My clothes are torn.
beside me are snakes in suits, with fancy words and tumults aimed at the purpose of weaseling their own way to Salvation.
But not me.
I offer the lord my best, my worst. My all.
I offer up my mortal service, and my Missionary experiences.
I offer up my pocket-full of Souls I've touched, and wait for judgement.
I can see the worry in the serpents eyes, the doubt and fear.
they're dressed perfectly, their hair is perfectly greased back
and their disposition is fancy to say the least.

Oh, ye fools who look heavenly for most part, but have no trace of it in  their hearts, for Life is not about the love you appear to show, or the lives you appear to bless.
Life is about giving everybody and everything
YOUR ALL.
ALL your Love and all your Glory.
And such is the Kingdom of God.
Made up of Men like me who are meek and humble. made up of the weary, and the lowly in heart. Real men who did Real work.
Men who served
Lovingly, Faithfully.