I Know This Man of God

I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line. Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man of God. I rest my weight on the hard wooden bench with worn out cushion just to let this man of God spew out the words of God like rain upon my soul. Many Sundays his pounding and prolific oratory would shake my unconscious, this man of God. His words of God are righteous and they filled the sanctuary like a balloon, and this man of God is always in harmony. This man of God energy is that of the sun because the glory of God's love is upon him. This man of God method of delivering the holy word is conventional, yet he catapults his sermons in the most phenomenal fashion. This man of God spontaneously in the spirit of the moment kindles the heart of the captive congregation with vociferous and powerful narrations. With resourceful minds, they are aboard a spiritual ship riding the waves of his glorious orations. I know this man of God, that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line. Although it is said that he is an academic man with degrees from prestigious institutions, I know this man of God as a most humble and gifted man. As he roars, and sing, and teach, and spring, I am glad that God led me to this servant of God, that roars from the bottom of the city below the red blood line. Created by Mary E.W. Stephenson and submitted to Daily Press in the community section online.