John Mark

In the ancient land of trials, Paul marched with fervent zeal,

His voice a clarion call, for hearts of stone to heal.

Yet in the midst of his conviction, patience seemed to flee,

As he journeyed forth with purpose, yet missed what he could not see.

In Paul's towering presence, John Mark lingered in the shade,

Gifted in different measures, their paths diverged, God's plan was laid.

Oh, Paul, with eyes fixed on the distant goal, you missed a soul in need,

Unaware of the grace that patience plants as faith's precious seed.

But through the separation orchestrated by God's design,

John Mark found his calling, his gifts began to shine.