Can you get it back for me ?

Pirates are miscreants of evil design who live off of others gain
They wait to steal your hard earned cash, and leave you in the rain
They lay in lairs and coves and hamlets that you somehow think are havens
That's when they darken the sky with guns and steal the meat like rabid ravens

Now I worked so hard to earn so little my treasure bitterly taken
My world is dark, my eyes are dim and I am visibly shaken
The power of the air has exercised his dominion be it small
How can I with such feeble hands without sin recover it all

The key to the riches once held in my grasp lay at the feet of Christ
Only he can save my beloved treasure from this evil, horrible heist
But alas, he sits on the right hand of God, his work on earth is finished
He has left the ministerial gifts to the world and it cannot be diminished.

So I went to the teacher she was at school and the prophet was in the valley
The apostle left town the night before in a ship, on the sea, in the galley.
The evangelist preached and now is gone, who stays to tend the sheep
Well that is the Pastor, the shepherd of the house, it is he, my soul he must keep

So I petition you with all the strength you can muster, and with a sorrowful sigh
Can you snatch it from the the one who snatched it from me, and placed it in the sky
Can you reclaim my gift, it was yours for the taking, and tell the devil no
Can you take this stick and beat him up and tell him where to go

For if you do the fate is sealed.  The blessed not one, nor\ two , but seven
for in the air is a gift for you, your wive, your baby and Heaven.