From out of the millions on the earth
God often calls a man
To preach His Word, and for the truth
To take a loyal stand.
'Tis sad to see him shun the cross,
Nor stand in it's defense
Between the fields of right and wrong -
A preacher on the fence.
Before him are the souls of men,
Destined for heaven or hell;
An open Bible in his hand,
And yet he dare not tell
Them all the truth as written there;
He fears the consequence-
The shame of heaven, the joy of hell-
A preacher on the fence.
Most surely God has called that man
To battle for the right,
'Tis his to ferret out the wrong
And turn on us the light.
He standeth not for right nor wrong,
He feareth an offence,
Great God, deliver us from him-
That preacher on the fence.
If she should stand up for the wrong.
The right he'd not befriend;
If he should boldly stand for right,
The wrong he would offend.
His mouth is closed, he dare not speak
For freedom or against.
The most disgusting thing on earth-
A preacher on the fence.
-Author Unknown
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