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TEARS SHED AT THE PULPIT

Tears shed at the pulpit—twice I shed today,
For I am so burdened for those whom I pray.
I pray for my family, I pray for those here;
I know many burdens, I know many a fear.
I receive the phone calls, text messages, too,
From those seeking counsel about what to do.
I know of the battles spiritually that they fight,
I know there’s an answer, and that it is right.
I go to the Bible, not with words of men,
I tell them God is able to come through again.
I warn them of demons Satan may there use
To deceive and tell them to their lives abuse.
When I hear the music of the precious blood,
THAT is when the teardrops flow like a great flood!
I know there is power in God’s Spirit here,
So I shed those teardrops, knowing He is near.
Tears shed at the pulpit?  Don’t apologize!
I shed tears just like you when I realize
All God’s doing for me, all that He has done
For one so unworthy, yet trusting in His Son.
If I’d stood there with you, I would shed tears, too,
For I love you, preacher, for all that you do.
Keep those tears there flowing, keep compassion real,
For it shows how deeply for us all you feel.

--Dedicated to Dr. Tracy Fowler over being so emotional in the pulpit December 6, 2015, and from some of the experiences he had during the previous days that he shared.

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