The ministry besieged, three fronts arise,
The Church, The world and The government, in guise.
Ministers lack belief while overshadowed with envy,
Everywhere tainted in sight and smell,
Unspiritual motives, their battle faints.
Stands apart another, staccato souls,
As wider asunder as pole from pole.
Unaware of truth as pretenders take tolls.
Thaumaturgist! Seek powers from darkness, sorcery\'s reign,
Misleading the faithful, who study in vain.
But discerning false from real,
Sieving darkness from light,they fail.
Unrelated to deliverance, truth they derail,they subotage.
The ventures into an olden age debate,
Regulating what they can\'t grasp, church state.
Church\'s saltiness wavers, as they exploit,
The failure they wield, to gain more clout;their mark.
Yet El nino —
In His time, healed and set free,
Promise disciples would surpass His decree.
Infront, the curtain, white and sparkling,
Only in truth and spirit, the power lies,
The message it conveys.
Our battles must be fought,
Wisely should they be chosen,
The best,where faith abides.