Ordaination Poem

A friend of mine was at an ordination, preaching. A friend of his wrote this poem while he was preaching--I hope I got the story right. Any way here's the poem:

Now look ye out among you,
For men of good report,
Full of the Holy Spirit,
And wisdom to impart.

Appoint them to the business
Of serving young and old--
The word of truth proclaiming,
In preaching, to be bold.

There were seven in their number.
Seven men with each his call.
Several voices in the council;
Benefiting one and all.

True servants are the servers,
Not thinking of their need,
Thinking of the sheep their serving;
Never serving out of greed.

It is easy to identify
True shepherds of the sheep.
They smell like those they’re serving;
Their lives and souls to keep.

A shepherd’s not demanding;
He leads that all may see
A meek and gentle spirit.
What we, in Christ, may be.

A servant who’s self-serving,
Who seeks to keep control
Will only serve to hurt the sheep,
And in the end will fall.

Boyd Christiansen