Ordination Poems

Fill Our Hands

Lord, please fill our hands today
And make us holy unto You
Please take all sin and guilt away
That we might raise clean hands to You

Fill our hands that we might be
Your ministers who spread Your Word
Till all the earth Your reign shall see
Till all have known and all have heard

Fill our hands, that we might spread
The glad, good news of liberty
That You have risen from the dead
To save our souls and set us free

Fill our hands that we might fight
And train our fingers for the war
To stop the wrong, defend the right
Fulfilling what You made us for

Fill our hands with strength, that we
Might heed whate’er You say to do
Equip our hearts that we might be
Your witnesses of what is true

Fill our hands, that we might guard
The covenant we made with You
For Your commands are not too hard
The things we promised, we shall do

Fill our hands that we might be
A temple made of living stone
That in us might Your presence be
Within our hearts, Lord, take Your throne

Fill our hands with Your strong hand
That leads us toward Your mission’s call
That guides us homeward, to Your land
Please consecrate us, Lord of all!

God Knows Best

Spirit shattered and body tattered,
Sunk deep into the void defeated and battered.

Prayed to the heavens for deliverance from depression, 
God answered with His divine direction.

Began reading His Word,
God spoke and I heard.

Don’t touch that!
Ghost and witchcraft.

Keep your eyes on things above,
Not the world without love.

College education,
Worldviews and bible interpretation.

It’s all choices, two steps and fro,
It is most definitely God I want to know.

Born again of water and Spirit a must
To gain entrance to heaven I trust.

Ordination my next destination.

Workers Wage

He remembers it before it arrives,
To collect a far one hundred miles drives, 
To keep stalling payment his life deprives,
Better he ended up in beehives…

The end of every month full of meaning,
It’s a female worker’s time for preening:
In a sense, a life of subordination;
No envying other’s ordination,
Especially after allowances; 
Just watch out for Michael Jackson’s dances!

In bed strong muscles completely inert,
Until their owner receives credit alert;
Boss wins the heart of a worker through wage:
The ones who split it their workers’ strength cage…

A promise of the life of “hand to mouth”
It has been the same story North and South.
You don’t wait, when an old mouth had gone out;
You’re asking for The Tormented’s sure shout 

The Truth: worker’s wage plus his boss chance tips:
That way boss sure praises on his lips…

Archibald the Maverick Pastor

Fifty-year old pastor Archibald
And already the vessel is bald
Now cold not red heat would the priest scald;
Now 'irritable'when he is called...

For twenty years now A Pastor:
Would not sit on chairs denied castor;
Claims a pastor:Better Doctor,
Against every demon: Victor
Before ordination shooting star,
No speeding sprinter was faster,
His knowledge of the game vaster;
So much the case that he was master
But right now caged up by Arthritis,
Real blows exchanging with Mastitis
A time-and- again Hepatitis...

It has been growing anxieties.

Where Are You Going

He flagged me down
for a lift.
Those were the days when it felt safe
to pick up a hitch hiker.
Soon my eyes were watering
from the stench of urine.
“Where are you trying to get to?”
“Where are you going?”
I was on my way to see the Bishop
sponsoring me for ordination.
Should I take him there?
I pondered.
I dropped him near the city centre.

As with a message from an angel,
“Where are you going?”
has stayed with me
as a disciple of Jesus.

Apple Boy

“Adam boy!” came Dad’s exclamation.
“Forgetting God? How I joyously, kindly looked…
Man’s Nicene ordination, Patriarch questioned!”
Response? Son, take up vindication- why?”

By the River Bank

By the river bank there dwells a King
In quiet repose, despite his bling
Resplendence though is his forte,
Ever donned in fine display.

Was e'er a bird as suave as he
Dressed in shimmering livery,
On his mind a little fish
A tasty morsel, oft his wish.

Then with a splash, in he goes
To surface in unruffled clothes
A feat of perfect co-ordination,
He shows his catch, in celebration.









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6/10/2020

The Jjj

Hi I’m Jessy and I’m the head Medusa of the JJJ.
That stands for the Junior Justice Junction.
I’m in charge of the Pulaski Chapter of the JJJ.
Right here in Tennesee.
We are a secret band of loyal youths.
We are the knights of the  blue eyes.
We hate people with green eyes.
We can’t stand them. If we see any green eyed people
we are outraged and must destroy them.
We will curse them and spit at them.
We will burn a green scarecrow out the front of their house.
It appears in the Book of Bacon in the Bible.
It says in the bible that The Curse of Bacon prevents 
the ordination of green-eyed people.
We go one step further.
The JJJ has hung green eyes in the past and we want
hanging to be brought back.
So write to your local politicians.
Bring back hanging for green eyes.
It is a well known fact that Adam and Eve had blue eyes,
And green eyes are an abomination to God.
So come to our meetings you will be enlightened.

Ordained

Between the warm leaving rain
and the coming of the pizza –
a beer flushes through a gurgling gullet.

It's coming...Medium Margarita,
sweet roasted tomatoes and bubbling cheese.

The evening sky breathes deeper.
Womb-warm, the pizza-satchel sings
to my drooling taste buds;
a delivery almost born,
an ordination, almost consumed
by the wait.

I pour another beer.

1906 the Year Lions Became a Force For Good

Can I take you back to 1906,
When San Francisco got a shock,
That stopped many a clock.

Charities did their best,
When put to the test,
Yet lack of co-ordination,
Threatened the whole operation.

Thankfully there were some wise heads around that year,
That gave the people reason to cheer,
When they came together, ideas to share,
And 20 years later Lions Clubs were officially here,
There and everywhere.

Egos did not count for much in that time and place,
As an umbrella organization was able to replace,
Those charities who willingly dropped out of the race,
With frowns not showing on any face.

Lions they were called then and still are today,
And Lions they will stay,
As we can hear them roar even in places far away,
Their flag proudly flying at the United Nations every day.

It is now the year 2019,
And 1906 seems a long way away, 
All memories of that day,
No longer in play,
As more charities are starting to get in the way,
And those with ego's having too much of the say.

We can only hope that Lions will still rock,
When we get our shock,
As we see all our clocks stop.

An Ordination Challenge

AN ORDINATION CHALLENGE

On this special day when you are here ordained,
Remember all the truths in which you have been trained.
Determine now to live in purity each day,
In God’s will now abide as humbly now you pray.
No turning back to sin, no running from God’s will,
And trusting His supply to all your needs fulfill.
Today’s a special day, one holy, high, and fair;
It’s time to trust your life to His desires there.
On this day look to God for plans He has for you,
Not doubting any way what He can through you do.

--Dedicated to Brandon Fowler for his ordination, December, 2013
Acrostic of ORDINATION

Agile

No mention of benefits your efforts will bring,
No sign of a business case these should be in,
No overall strategy roadmap or plan, 
no timeline or gant chart with a product life-span.
No formal test process and no UAT, 
With no business input and SME free,
With a host of stakeholders drawn straight out of college,
With very little experience and even less knowledge.
Constantly playing to management vanity,
Creating a model that defines insanity,
Repeatedly following those several flawed steps,
But somehow expecting much better effects?
The lack of a leader and co-ordination,
A media blackout with no communication,
Experience of colleagues continually spurned,
And there’s no documentation and no lessons are learned.
Expectations are raised and the business have hopes,
But they’re soon to be dashed as these things are de-scoped,
And if you should challenge this deployment style,
They’ll just tell you you’re negative and that we’re working ‘agile’.

Witty Paradox

Let's say we have capitulated 
yes, let's say we have succumbed
to their whimsical naivété and inane wisdom
Let us assume that it is all phoney
that it is a bogus hoax-filled folklore
We shall now pretend that we have been beguiled by such marvelous
exercise of ludicrous folly
Such bombardment of contorted philosophy

But in our gullibility we shall yet ask
in sheepish inquisition and meek certainty
if this course so pitiably slandered be nothing but deceit,
why then does it stand conspicuously so therapeutic?
why has it made men
who traversed through the impossible vortex of
reality's odd challenges?
why has it given Invigoration with hope 
the haggard Destitute?
Why has it restored green to those fallen human twigs
Why has it steadied nerves and halted addictions?
Why has it healed the sick and made disappear tumults?
Why has it prognosticated that which we now perceive
Does nothingness do that
Does nothingness tender an insight so revealing,
So infinite.
Does nothingness and baseless belief 
deliver from the vague labyrinth of man's ordination

if these be true
Who then doubt's the veracity
Why then disprove religion

Born To Dance

I danced a dance, not danced before,
the masses beamed in admiration.
Flames of passion slid along the dance floor,
as my body floated like a possessed butterfly.

But the gingerbread people, old, fat and fickle,
pointed fingers asking for me to dance no more!
Their envious eyes burned with jealousy,
as they were incapable of coping with my fire.
Afraid I would pour hot water on them,
they began to shun me against the masses.
The ignorant followed suit, but the dancers knew better.

Hypocritical gingerbread people then began to dance,
their moves had no co-ordination, no rhythm,
it was sadly a pathetic display of imbecilic prancing!
The masses laughed and mocked, poor hypocrites,
crumbling gingerbread', crumbled into pieces,
their taste so sour, crowds puked with antipathy!

Hypocrites still try to dance today,
guess practice makes perfect - right?
I continue to dance my dance,
in a rainbow of styles, bringing delight.

When you are born to dance,
the heart will make those feet move!!

Frosty Jack's

On the park bench he sat,
With his bottle of frosty jack's.
His mate, who had drank too much
Lay flat out on his back.

He was trying to make a roll up
But given his situation,
A puggled mind, cider drunk,
No chance of co-ordination.

But he could always hold the bottle,
he held it in both hands.
Lifted it, took a mighty draught
Then off to the promised land.

They were heading for oblivion,
Down a one way, drunken track.
Minds befuddled, slowly fading,
Being killed, by frosty jack's.

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