A Preacher Wanders
Waiting for the sermon to begin
What might I have to say?
Sunday morning coming down
The people gather to pray
Twenty years in the pulpit
And I still get nervous as hell
Why do they come to listen?
For some, not all is well
I dread the Sunday morning
When my words are all gone
And I open my mouth to preach
And my mind doesn’t turn on
Will they sit in silence
When my words run out?
What if I lost my thoughts
And the deacons began to shout?
But today the words kept coming
And the people smiled and prayed
A candle spilled wax on the cloth
Just another rogue Sunday
2010 © Dayvid Graybill
hug
kathy
God bless,
Lew
Cheers,
Dan
Ragno Donna
Well I bet you are very comforting, and down to earth, and not all full of pomp like some of them are. I'd love to see you preach!
I get nervous before performing too, after years and years, it's just part of the getting up I suppose.
Ever,
Christine
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Love and erotic nipple candle wax,
Sage