The Preacher: Ruminates Behind the Sermon

[luckotheirish]

I think it must be lonely to be God.

Nobody loves a master.  No.  Despite.

The bright hosannas, bright dear-Lords, and bright

Determined reverence of Sunday eyes.

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Picture Jehovah striding through the hall

Of His importance, creatures running out

From servant-corners to acclaim, to shout

Appreciation of His merit's glare.

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But who walks

Comments

[smiliegrl288]

I really like this poem. I glad someone actually opened that book to read the things that are in there.

[luckotheirish]

haha, so true.