Continue The Work

Here's another one of my first poems.

Continue The Work
by Kesheena LeVasseur
03/07/09

My Father has died
I work in his stead
As was his request
from his death bed

He asked me to continue
The work he'd begun
To bring forth a people
Jesus' bride, His chosen one

The work has been hard
I've enlisted much help
To bring forth a people
Gaining no earthly wealth

But the work has be profitable
So many lives saved
From the road of sin
Satan himself had paved

We bring them to church
Preach to them the word
Tell them they can make it
If their loins they will gird

So many have come
To have their souls fed
For to Jesus Christ
They wish to be wed

But my time has now come
To join my father
I will now leave the work
To my sons and my daughters

I will tell to them
As my father told me
That to finish this job
They must work faithfully

The work will be hard
The days and nights long
They'll find many things
That could and will go wrong

But don't give up
For the reward is great
Eternal life with the one
Who did us all create

So get ready my children
For the fire will come
But it is worth it to hear Him say
“Well done, my child, well done!”