Cost
“Pick up the cross and follow me”
Said Jesus unto the crowd
Is there anyone who won’t look back
When his hands are to the plough?
The Fan shouted out loud, “Lord Jesus, choose me!”
But his fanatical proclamations clashed with his reality
"I turn up 3 days a week, in that I’ll do my best
But when it comes to the ‘dirty’ work, my leaders do the rest"
The Scholar raised his pen and said “Pick me, I’ll go”
"I have got an abundance of certs and qualifications to show"
So along he went behind the Lord, with all his books in tow
Caught up in the quest for results, forgot the seeds to sow
The Mathematician pushed up his glasses, “Me Lord, I’ll serve”
Everything went smoothly till analysis hit a curve
Counted meticulously without fault his riches amassed on earth
Miscalculated the true value of the treasures found above
The Hermit waved from afar to catch the Savior’s eye
Bound with insecurities, his soul to chains were tied
With every step he took with the Lord, he let out mournful sighs
Heavy laden, burdened with hurts, his passion froze and died
The Fisherman put his hand to his chest, “I’m not worthy to contend”
But decided to leave his boat and offer his heart and hands
“Lord Jesus, take all of me, I’ll follow to the end”
Abandoned his nets and pursued God, became a fisher of men
Decide, Commit, Charge
I came, I saw, I conquered
Said Jesus unto the crowd
Is there anyone who won’t look back
When his hands are to the plough?
The Fan shouted out loud, “Lord Jesus, choose me!”
But his fanatical proclamations clashed with his reality
"I turn up 3 days a week, in that I’ll do my best
But when it comes to the ‘dirty’ work, my leaders do the rest"
The Scholar raised his pen and said “Pick me, I’ll go”
"I have got an abundance of certs and qualifications to show"
So along he went behind the Lord, with all his books in tow
Caught up in the quest for results, forgot the seeds to sow
The Mathematician pushed up his glasses, “Me Lord, I’ll serve”
Everything went smoothly till analysis hit a curve
Counted meticulously without fault his riches amassed on earth
Miscalculated the true value of the treasures found above
The Hermit waved from afar to catch the Savior’s eye
Bound with insecurities, his soul to chains were tied
With every step he took with the Lord, he let out mournful sighs
Heavy laden, burdened with hurts, his passion froze and died
The Fisherman put his hand to his chest, “I’m not worthy to contend”
But decided to leave his boat and offer his heart and hands
“Lord Jesus, take all of me, I’ll follow to the end”
Abandoned his nets and pursued God, became a fisher of men
Decide, Commit, Charge
I came, I saw, I conquered
resolute at 10:28 AM
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