Things to shout about
'Pastor'
By Bill Marable
He was a pastor of the third generation
who could sometimes get animated in his presentation
Like last Sunday at the 11 o’clock hour
The Spirit took hold and he began to tower
As the choir ended it’s morning song to glory
Pastor begins to recite his holy story
He stood at the mic all clam and composed
As he laid the groundwork with eloquent prose
It was about 10 - 15 minutes into his spiritual indoctrination
When Holy Fire caught hold to his presentation
He let out a yell, a rather boisterous shout
Leapt in the air, spung around and let another out
Then Deacon Jones almost on cue
said “go ahead preacher!” And he knew just what to do
“Let the glory of the Lord feel us all”
His voice echoed in the Sacred Hall
Half the congregation sprung to their feet
though some elders were less deliberate in leaving the seat
Yet they nodded and waived with their signifying hand
Deacon Jones shouted again "go ahead man!"
Just when you thought their praise was spent
Bro Albert tapped them drums, to Sister Grace’s tambourine accompaniment
Sister Joyce had been stroking the keys in stride with Pastor
But now she had to play a little bit faster
Folks were running and jumping and falling out
The Spirit was in the mist, no doubt
Looking at the clock, Pastor vowed not to keep them long
drenched in sweat, he asked the choir for a song
He stood at the door greeting all who passed
Thinking “the buffet starts at 1, and I don’t want to be last."
'Pastor'
By Bill Marable
He was a pastor of the third generation
who could sometimes get animated in his presentation
Like last Sunday at the 11 o’clock hour
The Spirit took hold and he began to tower
As the choir ended it’s morning song to glory
Pastor begins to recite his holy story
He stood at the mic all clam and composed
As he laid the groundwork with eloquent prose
It was about 10 - 15 minutes into his spiritual indoctrination
When Holy Fire caught hold to his presentation
He let out a yell, a rather boisterous shout
Leapt in the air, spung around and let another out
Then Deacon Jones almost on cue
said “go ahead preacher!” And he knew just what to do
“Let the glory of the Lord feel us all”
His voice echoed in the Sacred Hall
Half the congregation sprung to their feet
though some elders were less deliberate in leaving the seat
Yet they nodded and waived with their signifying hand
Deacon Jones shouted again "go ahead man!"
Just when you thought their praise was spent
Bro Albert tapped them drums, to Sister Grace’s tambourine accompaniment
Sister Joyce had been stroking the keys in stride with Pastor
But now she had to play a little bit faster
Folks were running and jumping and falling out
The Spirit was in the mist, no doubt
Looking at the clock, Pastor vowed not to keep them long
drenched in sweat, he asked the choir for a song
He stood at the door greeting all who passed
Thinking “the buffet starts at 1, and I don’t want to be last."
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