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?