Preacher, facing needy souls, Do not dare ignore them, While God's fateful thunder rolls, And you preach -- before them; Rather, finding out their need, Piercing through and through them, Though they shrink and though they bleed, Preach your sermons -- to them. It is easy to parade, Fling your knowledge o'er them, Preaching sermons study-made Pompously -- before them; But the sermons that will bless Through and through and through them, From your heart to theirs, -- no less, -- Are the ones preached -- to them. |