I FEEL LIKE A SERMON BUT LOOK LIKE A PREACHER

Sometimes I wake up so filled with creative preaching power I have no choice but to immediately unload it onto an unsuspecting world.  THIS is one of those mornings.  And YOU are that world.  I wish I was you right now, and could experience what you are about to experience.  You're so lucky.  I, on the other hand...am but a simple Preacher/servant...with more talent than I know what to do with.  Strap in.

S is for the SONGS before it

E is ESTHER, hard to find

R, RICCOLA on my pulpit

M is MINISTER, hard to rhyme 

O, I OFFER the invitation

N, though NO ONE'S dunked this time

Y?  We may never really know.  I blame them, the sermon's fine.

SERMONY, SERMONY in my bones

I feel SERMONY rain or shine

SERMONY, SERMONY, where's my phone? 

I feel SERMONY all the time.

Powerful Poem.


Powerful...blah blah blah.  Whatever.

As together we stand and sing.


BP