Saint, Serve, Servant, Slave
To be a saint you must be a slave,
serve to others and be selfless
doesn't seem to be too hard

serve others and love others

the First will be Last as the Last will be First
as the slave will soon become the saint
just you wait and see
Slave, Servant, Serve, Saint

This poem is based off of something I heard in youth group. The statement "Saint, Serve, Servant, Slave" stuck with me all that night and into the next morning. For some reason I felt like for some reason God wanted it to stick with me so I could remember. When I get out of college the first thing that I want to do is become a US2. A US2 is a missionary who stays in America for two years to help and work under the poverty line. This poem is how I personally view life. I find joy in helping others and I want to make it a big part of my life.