Servants of Light
Through every dawn, where hope is sown, servants rise, steadfast, alone. A heart of love, a hand to guide, a voice of truth, where faith abides. Through storms that rise, and trials untold. They walk in peace, their courage bold - their steps inspire, their path divine, Vessels of grace in Heaven's design. On days of joy, with hearts aflame. We celebrate their sacred aim. With wisdom shared, and souls embraced. A legacy built on holy grace. Their prayers ascend like morning rays, they nurture lives through all their days. A faithful light, unwavering and strong, a beacon where the weary belong. May their purpose ripple through the years, a call to faith through fleeting fears. Generations shall stand in awe and praise. Echoing their light in boundless ways. I dedicated this poem to Apostle John Akpan. Form Mount Zion Lighthouse Full Gospel Church, Abraka, Nigeria. And other ministers...