Men of God

If not for Godly men of faith,

where ever would I be?

I am by no means certain now,

but not on bended knee.

If not for Holy men of grace,

what ever would I learn?

I would be surely ever lost,

and for God’s love, never yearn.

If not for blessed hands and feet,

where ever would I hide?

Just tossed along in waves of doubt,

and carried with the tide.

If not for one strong teacher true,

what would be my fate?

To follow my own sinful ways,

of envy, greed, and hate.