The Fancy New Preacher
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Several years back,to a new church I decided to go
Been beaten up a bit in the last Devil's attack
I did not know anyone there, I was new
Just kind of wanted to take things slow
I walked in and sat at the back
Watching, waiting to see what they would do
Had a new preacher, fancy suit and shoes
Shining like a diamond, not a hair out of place
Choir ladies acted like he was a movie star
I just went there to pray and hear THE GOOD NEWS
The preacher looked at me like I was a disgrace
I was about ready to leave, headed for my car
My clothes were clean, far from brand new
The looks they gave me, I never forgot
Thought that was something a matter with me
I knew what I went there to do
In Hell, I was not going to rot
I knew that God was going to set me free
The choir sang hymns, the preacher sang along
Then the sermon, Hell, fire and brimstone
All about sin, sinners one and all
Then the preacher's eyes brunt holes in me, like I was wrong
I was feeling all alone
Or maybe, I should not have been there at all
Soon the preacher ran out of steam, needed a glass of water
Wiped his brow, he was their holy teacher
The church folks stared at me like I was odd
I did not think that Hell could be any hotter
A church lady asked me, "Do you want to come to the front and be near the preacher"
I said, :No, I think that I will just sit back here with God"
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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