Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Silent Preacher

I preach some weighty sermons,
But utter not a word;
And tell folks things worth hearing,
Although I can’t be heard.

Born of a love for mortals,
I help those in distress
To find the loving Jesus
Who gives the weary rest.

I go into the prisons
Where captives sadly mope,
And for eternal freedom,
I tell them how to hope.

Unto the sick I hasten
With a prescription sure;
Tell where the poor and needy
Great riches can secure.

’Tis strange but true; my message
Doth comfort, bless, and cheer,
Yet oft the truths I herald
Make sinners quake and fear.

Yes, many miles I travel
And sometimes I’m sent back
I go where you can’t enter,
For I am a gospel tract. (The Bible Friend)

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