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My Pastor
by louis gander My pastor, I will not forget. He wasn't my first choice, to lead my favorite gospel hymns with his low, raspy voice. He couldn't seem to keep a beat or hit a single note. He once admitted to himself - he sounded like a goat! Though he was sometimes questioned by his well-intentioned peers, a wisdom came to flourish from vast Bible-reading years. He often had a part-time job, yet seemed to be around, to answer all my crazy calls with questions more profound. Although he eased my fears and pain, he had fears of his own. Because we never heard complaints, his ills were rarely known. At times, the sermon, he'd forget. Sometimes he'd drop his cane. Most thought he was a special man - but some, a bit insane. He sometimes lost his glasses - that raspy voice, would too. His pocket watch would sometimes stop. He fell a time or two. His clumsiness was obvious, He spilled his water cup. Though Satan tried distracting him, he never did give up. So preach, he did, each Sunday morn, through babies cries or cough. He'd speak awhile and then some more, 'till grandpa had dozed off. His speech would race, emotions great - he'd tell us of God's Son, who had to die to save the lost - for me and everyone. Once grandpa 'sawed his logs' quite loud. Who knew what grandpa dreamed? Yet pastor never missed a beat. So futile preaching seemed. Sometimes I'd reminisce when he would knock on grandpa's door - to visit him when he was sick, then here, dismiss his snore. But higher still, than grandpa's snore, he echoed words above. They'd pound down in my hardened heart with softness of God's love. I'll not forget his alter calls, his passioned plea, to come - and lay my every burden down - so Christian, I'd become. And one thing more I'll not forget, in sermons through the weeks - that he loved every one of us. The proof ran down his cheeks. My pastor, I will not forget. He wasn't my first choice, but so delighted I would be, again, to hear his voice. *** We love you pastor. You're sincere. Oh, how we all recall, the many ways we challenged you. You rose above it all. There's so much more you did for us. Compassion you could share. You've 'walked the talk' so faithfully, so this begins our prayer... "Dear Jesus, hear us. Give this man a very special place. You'll know him when you see him there - for he reflects Your grace. Today, we'll reminisce and miss, past times that slipped away. We thank you for our pastor and, his very special way..." Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |