Join the Wise ( by Fenny West)

Join the company of the wise

Unyielding to the pressures of the World 

Living a consecrated life of the Kingdom 

You will be welcome 



3 Those who are wise shall shine Like the brightness of the firmament, And those who turn many to righteousness Like the stars forever and ever.Dan12:3

58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord. 1Cor15:58

17 But he who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him. 1Cor6:17



©Fenny West2020


Prince of Preachers

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Prince of Preachers

Ebullient and excellent

Orator and pastor

Mentor and commentator

Reader and leader

Teacher, innovator, author

Business man, man of books

Sound, Stood by the word

Stayed true to his God

No matter whose ox is gored

Held many spell-bound

As he ministered the message

Of the Word of Life

From the Word of Life.


Had a tongue of purifying fire

That lifted many from the mire;

Gave you holy, godly desire

That charged you, lit your fire,

Ignited purposeful pursuit.


Stood against the hordes of hell,

Regardless of their disdain,

Vilification and persecution.

It all led to his promotion.

With a pen of a ready-writer

He was prolific like no other.

Impacted nations in a short span

Believed in a God who can

Do Exceedingly abundantly

the miraculous even from the ridiculous.

Wiped the tears off many faces

Propelled from the Throne of Grace.

Bold to take on lions

As a son of Zion.


Had a sickly smoking gun

That almost set the sun;

Shows how we must stand

 Give no room to wicked bands.


Suffered a lot, yet blessed a lot

Dead long ago, yet speaks daily

Was bruised a lot and so used a lot.

Had a bold bout with gout

But held on without a doubt.

You too can be used today

Like he was in his day

But you will be bruised too

You will be opposed too.

But you can set your face

Like a flint by God’s grace

But allow no smoking gun

As the race of grace you run.

Allow no little foxes bent on ruin

Lay them bare for Him to prune

Put no strange fire in your bosom.

Make no compromise in your storm

And you can go from glory to glory

And from strength to strength.



©Fenny West2013