Boundary Crosser
“ I can’t do this trip alone
And I’m tired of saying, “Fine”
When you asked me how I am
(Never, ‘So, what’s on your mind?’)“ Read this book a while ago,
Let me read a bit to you;
’Bout this kid some locked away,
Kept in cell for others’ use.“ ‘So what’s that to me?’ You ask,
‘That’s another country’s care;
I don’t really give a rip,
All that’s somewhere over there’.“That’s my point – we’re family;
We’ve found shelter from the storm;
Others need assistance in
To this fellowship so warm.“On what planet do you live?
Don’t you see what’s going on?
Here it’s all about our kin –
‘Family’ – indeed – you’re wrong.“You’re a chaplain to our club;
Elevator pedal run
Puts us six feet in the ground;
Comfort food – that’s how it’s done.“You’re the king (just for today),
With that perk we keep control;
Cross the line we jerk your chain –
Tow the line or out you go.”Ministry’s authority
Comes from God – that is the key;
From the clan permission comes,
Ever was – will always be.Lest the seed die in the ground,
It remains as precious seed;
Dying elevates the clan
Up not down – it’s what they need.You’re not doing this alone,
And I doubt you are doing fine;
If you were I worried be,
As you step across the line.Got a call a while ago,
From a sheep within your pen –
“Tell me how to plug this in,
It’s what’s needed once again”.I can’t do the work you do
There, despite what clan might think;
But you’ve led one faithful man
(He’ll get flack, but doubt he’ll blink).There without your steady word
He’ll be gone – it’s scary here;
Horizontal now his call –
Hold the line, assuage his fear.Christ did work within the crowd;
Trained his guys – few people knew;
Quiet work behind the scenes –
Four, then twelve, then seventy-two.When they tried to make him king,
Sent Apostles to the boat;
They were miffed (loved power plays);
Went to pray – (we’d best take note).Then upon the waves He walked,
Right on by his struggling men;
“Master, help us or we die!”
“Peace to you, my fisher-friends”.“We can’t do this trip alone,
And we’re tired of saying, ‘fine’.”
“Title King’s to jerk your chain,
Chaplain be, and tow the line”Calmed the storm and hit the shore,
Blew their minds, next day – “I’m bread –
I’m not ‘Moses’, I’m ‘the food’;
Now – about that book I read”.navigation