At Good Hope First Sunday March 2007 - Poem by Luke Easter
Can't believe I made it to church at 9: 25,
Little Kamonte was freezing, standing outside,
I could see the frost forming on his face,
Even when early I could just walk in the place.
Usually A Deacon is here before or just after nine,
Almost twenty inches of snow will delay you every time,
Late but not stopped, here's the reason why,
Just a little extra time to shovel the drive.
In church school, Sister Williams was in charge of class,
Mary forgot where she left off, not too long would that last,
Reverend Bob had his outline and he was ready to speak,
How come for him we now have to wait another week?
Well, today Sister Mary Greene didn't have much to say,
Soon as the service began her husband left right away,
Oh, she might have left the yams cooking in the kitchen alone,
That's why Brother Greene had to leave and hurry back home.
Andrew said he walked through the door in the nick time,
Well, as long the pot didn't burn the portion that was mine,
Let me get this straight, Robert was late but A.G. was on time?
Next thing you'll tell me I have a phone call, E.T. is on the line.
After church Bertha, Tony, D.J. and Cheree wanted the buffet,
However, all agreed Deacon Fuqua still wouldn't go anyway,
Doing my duty I stepped in to tell him if he ended up eating alone,
Unfavorable words would arrive in a poem, just go & don't groan.
Then I called to check on the Pastor, earlier he wasn't feeling well,
Kind of felt sorry for Oscar till this story Bradford began to tell,
Mama Phyllis gave daughter Amber the flu so it started with his wife,
However it came on Milton, you know passing the buck isn't right.
Guest Minister James Rudy Winchester was right on target, here's why,
With his scope, preaching a sermon smack dab in the middle. Bull's-eye!
There's only two types of people, you're a Christian born-er or a joiner,
The difference between sitting in the pew and hanging out on the corner.
Sabrina was selling assorted candy & nuts for R.J.'s Catholic School,
Sister Ruth was selling chocolate bars and they were very good too,
Finally, the choir again performed flawlessly as though they're anointed,
Attending that church going on three years, I've never been disappointed.
This has started me to thinking like, 'what's going on' you know?
Maybe there's something else in their water pitcher besides H2O,
Probably just being filled with the spirit is how they sing & play,
Then again, how can they be on the money every single Sunday?
I do know a chemist, if I can only sneak a sample for a purity test,
Get it to the lab, Dr. Smidley will take it from there & do all the rest,
Make a new batch then I'll secretly test it on my unsuspecting daughter,
If Shari sings like Judy I'll sell it on line as, 'Melodious Miracle Water.'
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