As honeybees do labour all day long,
A minister researches scripture deep.
From flow’r to flow’r the bee draws nectar strong
Just like a preacher does sweet scriptures reap.
When full the bee brings all the nectar home
Within the hive where honey there is made;
The pastor, rich with words from scripture comb,
Turns them into a sermon, prayed and weighed.
The bee distributes honey into cells
And fills the honeycomb with sweet delight.
So does the parson share the Word so well,
To feed the congregation so outright.
The gospel is as honey to the soul
And healthy with His Spirit we’re made whole.
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb,
sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.