When I PreachWhen I preach, there are some who sayThey could listen to me all day. Others think I preach too long. And some think I go about it wrong. Some say my sermon is much too deep. To others, it's shallow and they go to sleep. Some report I hold them spell bound, While others squirm and look around. Some speak of me as an orator, But others feel I'm a perfect bore. Some believe I have no light, And others think I preach just right. Some affirm that I'm too bold, Others wink and say I'm cold. Some used to say I was much too young. But others declare my spring has sprung! Some folks tell I have met success. Others think my work is a mess. Some have said my pay is too low, When they discover the pace I go. Still others say it is above the peak, "Why he only works three hours a week." From all this, 'tis plain to see. That as a preacher, I'm up a tree. Condemned if I do, condemned if I don't; Criticized if I will, criticized if I won't. I can't please men of such discord, So I'll just keep trying to please the Lord. Author Unknown Back to Christian Poetry
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