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God We Have To Thank

Was a famous priest named Father Frank;
And when seen how our sad  hearts sank;
Loved a lot;
He said not;
God we have to thank for pulling a prank.

There once had been a promising pastor;
Did perturb us by being a big procraster;
Had a feel;
Was ideal;
Became a Methodist and lost his stature.

Father Frank believed in being involved;
Everything around him always revolved;
Great counselor,
We knew for sure;
Found solutions and our problems solved.

Father Frank always knew what  God meant;
Be careful who you select for your President;
To my fine friend,
This message send;
Must receive My blessings and also consent.

What Father Frank did was always diligent;
Knew how to handle those being indignant;
Horrible  despair,
Would not share;
So he started putting us in a separate tent.

Father Frank can negotiate and communicate;
Should never wait around or have to hesitate;
Never abrupt,
Or ever corrupt;
Sermons are great and you they do educate.

Father Frank likes getting you in the mood
On forehead wears a cross that is tattooed


Best looking priest so others of we shoed.

Father Frank has become a blooming flower,
We love, enjoy and appreciate hour by hour;
When  knees do kneel;
How horrible they feel;
In all of our hearts has started a roaring fire.

Father Frank is a fine natural born laugher
Have him at Saint James we would rather;
He has  great way,
With words to say;
Love hearing sermons now and hereafter.

What I want to hear is poems do please;
Read them as they continue to increase;
A parable tell,
That is swell;
And hear a sermon about birds and bees.

Jim Horn




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