Scalpel

You may not need a president, prophet , priest or king
But if you want a choir, you need someone who can sing
If preaching is the thing you want, I hope you have a preacher
If you must teach your bird to fly, you’ve got some other creature
God has gifted every church with things that edify
An eye cannot “hear” anything, even if it try
Every member has his place and if used as God intended
Each a minister of grace and each servant is commended
Not every one’s a preacher, not everyone can sing
And sometimes it is painful when a sour note men bring
Not all can play piano well, not all can plow a field
Don’t call the thing an orange, when it’s an onion you have peeled
Every saint can testify to what they’ve seen and heard
But if a turtle flap his wings he still not be a bird
Your friends may flatter, and with praises fill,
call you a Graham or a Spurgeon
But watch them flee the hospital
Should you announce you are their surgeon.

                                                   
                     -Ingimar DeRidder