He stood at the altar,
From the first of JanuaryTo the last of December,
Feeding the flock entrusted to him.
His heart longed to perfect the saints,
But as the months slipped by,
The congregation grew weaker, not stronger.
He cried out to God:
"Lord, You gave me this fold to tend,
To nourish them in Your Word—
Why do they falter and fall?"
"I’ve given them Your commandments,
Yet they steal,
They commit adultery,
They dishonor their parents,
They murder,
They seek after sorcery,
And rush to do what You despise."
"I have offered them Your grace,
But they leave it at the church door,
Breeding hatred in their hearts,
Unable to stand firm against unrighteousness."
Then the Lord answered,
"If you fed your body only protein,
What would happen?"
The Pastor replied,
"The body would weaken, lacking other nutrients."
And God said,
"That is the ailment of your flock.
You feed them one thing, but they starve for more.
They need minerals of faith,
The carbohydrates of life,
The living water,
The oil of My Spirit,
And the fibre of My Word."
