Memories of a man he cannot call a pater came rushing When he was trying to handle his own family;
How that nincompoop abused his mother,
Or nearly murdered his siblings in front of him.
All he can hear was his father’s words:
“Ye ain’t different, ye boy?”
He tried to fight back
And act mature than that berk ever was.
But he failed after seeing his wife restlessly working,
Working a man’s job just to make ends meet;
“For I am not better than my fathers,“ Elijah had uttered,
Perhaps they were the same, like father, like son.
He’s a changed man, God changed him,
He is a new creature, he is God’s son!
The old life is gone, and the new has begun!
A preacher must live up to the words of his mouth.
A cry in the depths of his heart,
“Lord, please quench the ghost of my yore!“
There his wife, not like Job’s, supported him all the way,
Telling him, “Your worries aren’t accurate.”
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