Wednesday, November 15, 2017


Pastor-man, pastor-man
Does whatever a pastor can
Says a prayer, with great faith
Preaches truth, such as grace
Here comes the pastor-man

Does he sin? He's human
He's got the Lamb's redeemer-blood
Can he still speak to us?
(Word of God is Jesus)
Yes sir!
He's just a pastor, man

Pastor-man, pastor-man
Servant leadership: pastors can
We're the church, building not
Teaching us, what we ought
He is the pastor, man

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Monday, September 11, 2017



Sunday, August 13, 2017

"The Other Path"

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less frosty
And then regretted my choice,
For unlike the difference
His made for him, mine
Led me to terrible snare

You see, I encountered something there,
Brown and fuzzy and cute
As a button; but it liked
Not my scent and let loose a cry
And behind me,
Reared up, roared up unseen mama bear

I could not retreat to make the
Other choice, for fear gripped
My heart, wobbled my knees,
And stole my voice

He called it a yellow wood
Here too because my pee had pooled
Naught else but to utter a prayer:
"O Lord, I've nothing left
And soiled my underwear;
Perhaps an angel could come
And give a bigger scare?"

Time slowed and, rather than life flashing,
I found myself foolishly laughing
It occurred to me then, that were I
The cub, mama's fierce growl
Would invite me to cheer,
Inspire real hope,
Mangle my man-smell fear

She charged at him now
And I thought of her, "Wow!
She's got my back
And there's nothing I lack"
So I curled back up,
Returned to my nap:
Visions of honey
And dreams of fish,
Knowing that Mama
Had granted my wish

Saturday, July 8, 2017


We're going to step outside
Where mosquitoes will surely bite
They really make you itch,
And with a lot of might,
They hold on really tight
It's hard to put them in sight
But if you slap
     and do it just right
You'll be free
     at least until tomorrow night

(with help from my three sons)