The Minstrel of the Streets

I am an inter-faith street minister, so I see humanity at its worst, very often. I am a very reluctant minister, and wrote this just as a vent.

Oh, God, why have you singled me out

to implement your will?

When others are better suited,

And have much more skill.

A Holy Man, I've never been,

Seldom occupied a pew

Now you want me to minister

How, I haven't a clue.

There are others more suited,

better educated for the task.

I'm just a poor musician

For more I seldom ask.

I was always happy

just to play my songs

I never had any desire

To right another's wrongs.

But I guess the talent you gave me

wasn't really a gift, per se.

Now You say, "Obey Me,

and show others the Way".

And so I play your music

in jails, and on the street,

to drunks, and hopeless people

and anyone else I meet.

And if by chance some little tune

touches someones heart

Perhaps it will give them a little hope

and maybe a brand new start.

My own life has been

pretty rough, at best.

I've done my share of wrongs,

just like all the rest.

God, you turned my life around

and made me a better man.

I thank you for letting me

be part of Your Great Plan

Even though I am unworthy,

my life you have blessed

But I can't help but ponder

when I feel depressed,

When my time is over,

and my heart no longer beats,

Will there be anyone to mourn

for the Minstrel of the Streets?

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

this is a powerful read