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Things to shout about

By BillMarable 

He was a pastor of the third generation 
who could sometimes get animated in his presentation

Like last Sunday at the 11 o’clock hour
The spirit took hold and he began to tower

As the choir ended it’s morning song to glory
Pastor begin to recite his holy story


He stood at the mic all clam and composed
As he laid the groundwork with eloquent prose

It was about 10 minutes into his spiritual indoctrination
When holy fire caught hold to his presentation

He let out a yell, a rather boastious shout
Leapt in the air, spung around and let another out

Then Deacon Jones almost on cue 
said “go ahead preacher!”  And he knew just what to do

“Let the glory of the Lord feel us all”
His voice echoed in the Sacred Hall

Half the congregation sprung to their feet though some elders were less deliberate in leaving the seat

Yet they nodded and waived with their signifying hand
Deacon Jones shouted again”go ahead man”!

Just when you thought their praise was spent
BroAlbert tapped them drums, to Sister Grace’s tambourine accompaniment 

Sister Joyce had been stroking the keys in stride with Pastor
But now she had to play a little bit faster

Folks were running and jumping and falling out 
The Spirit was in the mist, no doubt 

Looking at the clock, Pastor vowed not to keep them long
drenched in sweat, he asked the choir for a song

He stood at the door greeting all who passed 
Thinking “the buffet starts at 1, and I don’t want to be last. 

Copyright © Bill Marable

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