Where You Are Called To Serve Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Once possessed by the spirits of disobedience,
Cursed to death in the pit of perdition
We were at the reach of the blood dripping hands,
The hands of mercy dragged us out,
Served a cup of the most precious blood:
The redemption for us all; the sinners,
The saints, the Christians, the moslems, the pagans,
The Buddhist, the Hindus, the gays,
The straights, the sorcerers, the sorceresses
All colours, creeds and tribes,
Come drink of me and be healed,
So says the blood,

The brightest morning star rose and led,
A chosen generation, to the womb of recreation
And they were reborn in the merger were he was born.

But the most precious blood that saved the world,
Today, it forcefully cries out to us:
O’ men of faith,
Whom drank me and are saved,
To them who are called into the ministry of reconciliation,
Behold I have overcome the world,
The battle against the kingdom of darkness is won.

Have you forgotten your calling?
No longer do you cast out demons,
But breath from souls whom without free will,
Are possessed by the same spirits of disobedience;
You watched me cast them out, from a soul to a swine,
But I watch you cast life out of these souls,
And when they gave up the ghost
The demons depart into other living souls,
And from one moon to another
The wisest old serpent, the looser,
Made you to serve him in the ministry of holy murders.
And for you the battle never ends
From season to season you are warring human flesh,

Stop now! And follow my lead,
And the word with which you were saved,
Would reach out for them today.
This is the ministry where you are called to serve.