R. K. Hart
Young Pastor - Poem by R. K. Hart
With his brand new bible assured that he is ministry called,
Young man in his new shirt and suit fresh from college.
With his ever so smart sermon full of enormous words,
A heart full of thoughts and a head full of knowledge.
He places his bible on the lectern with his notes,
Begins delivery of his sermon to the listening crowd.
He grips the pulpit, pounds his fist now and again,
As the young man thunders aloud.
He berates men of scripture for both sin and weakness,
For feebleness, fragility, and Achilles Heel.
True it was a sermon, over which he slaved,
Truth be known it was approval he wished to feel.
When church was near empty of it’s service,
Came an elderly voice, “Pastor, I have no wish to offend”.
I came this morn with the heaviest of heart,
Trusting that the Holy Spirit would me attend.
But instead I am the greater depressed,
Could you have preached both of my great sin.
Then shown this blacken heart sins relief,
That I may have forgiveness and make Jesus kin?
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