| Pastors When the hammer hit his thumb real hard, His blood, like mine, was red. When his little child came running out, "I love you," is what he said. When the bills were paid, he sighed relief. And, I noticed his tears when he saw my grief. Say, a pastor’s just a regular man Who lives for God and takes a stand. His kids talk back, on occasion. His dear wife gets the blues. He doesn’t read minds or hear voices. Sometimes, he’s alarmed at the news. He prays about things too big for him And believes an impossible dream. In your hospital gown, when the chips are down, He’s the first one on the scene. There are days when he gets discouraged. And, it might help a little bit more If we’d realize that he’s just a guy With his eyes on a distant shore ... Just flesh and bone, and heartache, An appointment with father time; Knees a bit more callused Than those of yours or mine. I’d like to think I helped a bit, Carried my side of the load, That we walked a piece toward Heaven As seeds of love were sown ... That whoever gets to Heaven first Will stand, watching in Heaven’s door, To welcome the other to Heaven. ‘Cause, That’s what real friends are for! © 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner <http://underhiswings0.tripod.com/> |