THE POET'S CORNER ARCHIVES

The Preacher

He may walk a little slower;

But, his voice is plainly heard,

When he brings the Sunday Sermon

Taken from God's Holy Word.

He explains each verse in context,

Gives each meaning in its place,

Dividing the Word of Truth rightly,

So, each one can grow in grace.

And at the end of every message,

He deftly "pulls in the strings."

     For those who are without Christ,

The Gospel he clearly brings.

"All men are sinners, bound for Hell.

Our works won't pay the price!

Only our Savior's precious blood

Makes the perfect sacrifice.

No sinner can ever enter Heaven.

It's a glorious perfect place.

You may be good; but, you're not perfect!

The only way in-- is Grace.

The moment you believe Christ died for you,

He marks your sin debt paid;

And places His Righteousness to your account.

The guarantee of eternal life is made.

If you don't know you're going to Heaven,

You've heard the truth you must believe.

Accept Christ, now! Without delay!

And eternal life you'll receive."

Let us bow for closing prayer.

'Thank you, Lord, for eternal life.

Bless those who came to church today;

As they go out to a world of strife.

I pray they know your perfect peace;

So, if they are called Home tonight,

They'll wake up in Heaven with You,

In that Land Where There Is No Night."

He silently prays as he walks to the back,

To meet each one at the door;

If someone failed to accept Christ today,

They'll come back to hear it once more.

Oh, His steps may be a little slower;

But, he still can be plainly heard,

As he delivers the Gospel message

So clearly from God's Word.

I am very proud to say that he is my pastor, too!

Marjorie A. Younce