Servant Sent

Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.

My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
I wish to align myself to good deeds done.
I welcome this task.
Unmasked I am and bared.

All I ask...
Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.

My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
Help me to usurp the needed strength.
From surrounded decadence lamented.
I am Your servant sent.
From walls to finger printed paint.
To graduate to pencil, pad and pen...
For You,
My Father...
Is my life experienced meant to live!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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