Preacher Man
By
Rev. Lonnie C. Crowe
Unlettered, unschooled in the ways of man,
He stood an Elijah in the old oaken pulpit
And preached of God and His salvation plan.
Jezebel complained of his grammatical mistakes.
Ahab repined, "Those folks 'cross the aisle
Better listen for their sinful souls sakes."
Jezebel, she cringed. "Yes," she cried in despair,
Ahab sneered in disdain as the old preacher sang,
"When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there."
His anointed words called the holy fire from the sky.
Jezebel worried what the neighbors might think,
And Ahab glanced away when the the off'ring went by.
They met him at the door, smiled and shook his hand.
Embarrassed by the faithful old preacher man,
Jezebel and Ahab, pillars of the church, led the
murmurer's band.
When the time upon the earth for the trio was through,
To one, our Lord Jesus, He said, "Well done, My son."
To the others,
"I never knew you two."
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