Smiles, saintly and bringt,
Portray God's love for all.
Hugs, warm and strong,
Doubts me of his divine call.
On lonely and sleepless nights,
Thoughts of him and of Paul;
Could this be a thorn in my flesh?
The answer I'll get if I called.
I was determined to face this fright
Of rejection or of exposure to all
But once 'tis appointed to die
Live or die, it's not a sin to call.
His voice on the other side of night
Sounded worried why the late call.
How could I explain my Jezebel thoughts,
That his Shepherd's care had turned me on?
He's my pastor, alright.
Is to love him a sin at all?
'Sir', I replied, 'I had a nightmare';
'For your prayers I called.'