Every time you mount the pulpit, My deepest spiritual needs you meet. Every time you open your mouth to sing, All of my fears and doubts you sting. Every time you lift your hands in praise, With strength and courage one more time, my hands, I can raise. Every time you preach God’s Word, With faith stirred in my heart, I know I can take that critical step forward. And each time you bring the message of hope, With longing and desire in my heart, I know I can always cope! THANK YOU, MY FATHER! Written by Ewoma