There isn't a word that a preacher can say
No matter how lovely or true,
Nor is there a prayer that his eager lips pray
That can preach such a sermon as you.
You vowed to serve Christ and men know you did,
They watch the things that you do;
There isn't an action of yours that is hid;
Men are watching and studying you.
You say you're "no preacher;" yes, but you preach
A wonderful sermon each day;
The acts of your life are the things that you teach,
It isn't the things that you say.
If Christians were Christians, as they do profess,
Men would notice their glorified mien
And say, "What wondrous thing they possess
Who follow the meek Nazarene!"
O Christians, remember you bear His dear name;
Your lives are for others to view.
You are living examples, men praise you or blame,
And measure all Christians by you.

        Florence  Bell Anderson