THE PREACHER

The street is her mission field
She stood boldly and courageously
She got no massive congregation
But she got a wide range of one
The preacher in the street
 
She got no flits of convoy
Following her luxurious car
No protocol officers
No body guard
No fitted air condition building
 
The street is her convoy
The natural breeze her AC
The horn from the street her instruments
Her hand is her pulpit
The preacher
 
She preach as a vibrant preacher
In dishing the Word of life
To the dying world out there in the street
Her voice is loud and clear
With a simple message of redemption
 
She fervently preach the Word
Reaching many a heart
Sharing the tracts of life to save life
A one single preacher she is
The preacher in the street