The Hireling
2007, Pastor John Ford

I’ve often wondered how a man,
Filled up with fear and awful dread,
No inkling where his foot will tread,
Him prone to stumble, slow to stand
Might be a tool in Father’s hand.
God’s mouthpiece hung on fallen head
Whose quaking lips the Gospel spread
‘Til Son‘s renown has filled the land.

To be found lacking, prove his want,
Attest his falling, uphold his doubt,
And be called ‘hireling’ is his fear,
Each night in sleep this is his haunt.
By day he strives to be devout,
And hopes his God finds him sincere.