Surely He can't mean me!
Who am I to preach to anyone?
Like Moses, I'm slow of speech
and live my day just helping keep sheep safe,
specially the little lambs that will stray
The scorching heat
during your endless searching of the desert
to find pasture for the flock;
encouraging, supporting the tired ones who lag behind;
the freeing of those who've let their fleece
get caught up and torn on thorn bushes;
the starless night
spent not in sleeping but in tending the light
that's keeping marauders away—
all these have wrought
a selfless transparency of the heart
for Truth to shine through uncontaminatedly.
It's being, not preaching, that prepares you
for Christ's healing ministry.
Go forward, O child of the infinite One;
with His appointing will come His anointing.
Wheresoever His purpose takes you
your Father will be with your mouth—
and He will teach you His word of authority.
*See Ex. 4:10-12.
