The Preacher

The Preacher

I don’t tell stories, yet stories are the bedrock of a teacher.
I don’t tell tales, yet tales are the tenderloin of every writer.
The message of Hope is the preacher’s companion.
She’s loving and caring, she’s romantic and funny, yet she was his greatest nightmare as all seems to be dark even at noonday.
Gird up your loins says the preacher; for the days are numbered, even the end of the Earth has a date to be born.
Gird up your loins says the preacher; for the times are furious and angry at their misuse by those who do the works by day.
Gird up your loins says the preacher; For the winter shall be like the summer in a fervent heat like the furnace.
Gird up your loins says the preacher; For there is one thing rampaging like the wirle wind round the Earth just to keep it’s footstep known on every door step.
Gird up your loins says the preacher; Let he that hears, hear speedily and hold fast to his hearing.
Tenderly he speaks, yet no one could hear him talk, as everyone is busy in his days, till the last day came by and no one could notice he was no more.
But there is a Hope, and that Hope is TODAY!!!

From:
Edward Benedict
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