My Older Brother 2 Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

My brother was the one selected
I was not envious of his call nor of his mission
He was given the choice of himself or of others
Most seek their own, not their Father's volition
As soon as he knew the will of his Father
Eager He was to bring to fruition
His ungrudging labor of love and of sacrifice
This he carried out in humble submission

All of those in the world are his younger siblings
Should they feel indebted to him just one day a week?
His arduous travail shows a never-ending compassion
For his kinsfolk who are whole and for those who can't speak
A daily devotion is not something excessive
There are abundant believers and those who esteem him
With their hearts and minds always reverential
Their older brother who was selfless, redeemed them