The Psalm Of A Fallen Preacher – a poem by Pastor Alfred

The World loathes a Preacher’s flaws/
They Shred his name with vocal claws/
Their index finger stands as Judge/
And Jury, and Executioner; All in One/
They’re the first to say it’s human to have flaws/…

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