I'm sick of having my ministry judged By those who fail to understand it's purpose I'm sick of being mistreated By those who hide behind feeble stone walls, glued to a pew The enemy is trying to kill you And you don't even know it! You'd rather sit and be lazy While telling the hard workers that they are wrong I do this to shine the Light of Christ In places where light doesn't exist Because I care about their spiritual well-being I don't want to see them perish Before you judge me Ask yourself this When was the last time That you destroyed the darkness with the Light of Christ?