Classic Poem

The preacher works from morn till night
On one thing or the other.
He must be skilled at every trade
Or he just don't have it, brother.

He heals the sick, makes strong the weak;
He's carpenter and plumber.
When called to settle family rows,
He's wise and just acts dumber.

He's financier, he's architect,
Electrician, painter, teacher.
Of all these he must do well,
If he succeeds as " preacher. "

His social habits must be good.
His job he never shirks.
In cold or heat, in rain or shine,
He's smiling as he works.

He goes from early morn till night,
In fact he's never done.
He often sees the rise and fall
Of both the moon and sun.

Whatever else has been left out,
He often does that too;
For thoughtless people never seem
To know when he is through.

He teaches, preaches, prays and talks,
And tries his best to win,
To Jesus Christ our Lord, and God,
The hearts and souls of men.