The Preacher

I once knew a preacher,
who preached a great deal,
he would preach to anyone,
He'd tell them how to heal.

The preacher spoke magical words,
that helped each person one by one,
He'd help them get through bad times,
and he'd show them the bright sun.

But what the people didn't see,
Was the real preacher inside,
They didn't see his little home,
or all the times he cried.

He wanted to help everyone,
but he couldn't do it all alone,
He tried to find all the answers,
But they were left unknown.

The preacher gave up everything,
for his people and his church,
he tried to teach them all he knew,
but they continued to search.

One quiet Sunday,
the preacher was not found,
They called about his name,
They listened for a sound.

His voice was never heard again,
for that morning he passed on,
The preacher man was silenced,
at the break of dawn.

Many cried for the Preacher,
and they passed on what was taught,
The preacher was their savior
for all the gifts he brought.

He showed them compassion,
and told them how to get along,
He showed them how to work,
and how to become strong.

The Preacher is in heaven,
and the answers he did find,
It was his people all along,
How could he have been so blind?

The people passed on his teachings,
and their people passed on theirs,
The cycle continued for eternity,
The people happily said their prayers.