John William Jackson


My Pastor


you came here with a burden
and never a second thought
you knew what it would take
to make sure these kids were taught

you built this fine church
that they could call there own
built with alot of love and prayer
but you didn't come alone

along by your side
your family came too
praying and believing
to see God's plan come true

you fasted and prayed many times
and sought the will of God
and no mater what the devil threw at you
you always came out on top

through pain, sweat and tears
you gave your all to see
the little children lost, saved
and rescued from the streets

soon there parents will follow
and will be a family with a burden too
to see other little children saved
and grow up to be just like you

many times you thought to yourself
oh how he loved me enough one day
that someone took the time to stop
and pray for the Cornwell family

since i came to know you
my life has been truely changed
just like others you've touched
with a kind word along the way

you could've been an engineer
or maybe a sportscaster
but i woud never trade you
so proud to call you 'My Pastor'

Submitted: Thursday, October 28, 2010

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