In robes of white, they stand so tall,
Ministers of Christ, heeding His call.
Guiding souls with words so ,
Faithful servants, strength imbued.
They preach of love, of God’s embrace,
Pouring out His divine grace.
With gentle hearts, they heal the pain,
Restoring hope amidst the rain.
From pulpit high, their voices soar,
Proclaiming peace from shore to shore.
Their words, like birds, in flight they bring,
Songs of joy that make hearts sing.
In quiet moments, they kneel and pray,
Interceding for us, night and day.
Seeking wisdom, seeking light,
To shine through darkness, banish plight.
They are the shepherds of the flock,
Guiding lost sheep through time’s tick tock.
With open arms, they welcome all,
To the shelter of God’s sacred hall.
Ministers of Christ, with hearts aflame,
Spread His message, in His name.
They bring redemption, mercy, grace,
A beacon of hope for every race.
In churches grand, or humble throngs,
Their gospel echoes loud and strong.
With every word, they sow the seeds,
Of love and faith, fulfilling needs.
So let us honor these chosen few,
Ministers of Christ, forever true.
For they embody the spirit divine,
Guiding us toward the Heavenly shrine
MARYANN BOSAH 