MY PASTOR'S SERMONS
	  
My pastor shapes his sermons

From A to final Z

In clear and forthright language,

And aims them straight at me.


And when he gets to preaching,

I look around to see

If there might be another

Deserving more than me.


But every soul looks saintly --

Their hearts to Heaven turn --

While I, in my conviction,

Can only sit and squirm.


You know, I often wonder,

If I should miss a day;

Would he, without his target,

Have anything to say?

- Author Unknown