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Wanted poster tells it all
Hanging crooked on the wall,
Jack McAlister McFloogin
Also known as: Jackie Mac, Mackie Jack
And sometimes Hoogy Doogin.
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Last seen in town clothes
Looking down his clown nose
Flopping in some big shoes
Running from the pig blues.
Out of breath and tired,
He was trying to stay hired,
Working for the big top,
And hoping for a break.
Jackie took the wrong road,
and fell into an episode.
Traded in some free time
For a dumb mistake.
Believing bad was permanent,
He led a life of crime,
Which offered a vacation place,
A chance to practice mime.
While incarcerated,
Mackie felt a ZAP .
A visit from an angel helped him wake up from a nap.
Dues paid, plans laid
Makie was released.
Having learned his lesson,
Bad behavior soon decreased
Being much convicted,
His goal was soon conflicted
By wheeling, stealing dirty dealing
Lowdown life with little feeling.
Tough scuff… Some rough stuff,
Jackie Mac had had enough.
No taste for waste or being chased,
He stopped performing deeds illegal
Wanting life more like an Eagle
Soaring high on being good
He hoped he would be understood
So… (gasp)
He opened up a storefront,
A beacon to the lost.
Always counting on the Lord,
But never counting cost.
In the nitty gritty city dirt,
Mac reached out to heal the hurt.
Winning souls by being bold,
Bringing more into the fold .
There was no lack of Godly purpose
Ballooning in the three-ring circus
Hoogy Doogin kept the pace
His floppy feet stayed in the race
He thought because he led a flock
There was a way to beat the clock,
That he could fly
Without a net,
And yet,
Spiraling down, hard working clown,
He stumped his toe and broke his crown.
Suffering from some dire disease
He could not stand on wobbly knees.
A side effect of working hard,
Now, hoisted on his own petard.
How was this a just REWARD?
Lord,
He cried
Before he died,
While I was in my prison bound,
You set my feet on solid ground
And led me to a lifelong stint
Slaving in that big top tent
Filled with things for me to tame
I did it all, in your good name
And now you give me all this pain.
Was what I did all done invain?
The Lord replied,
Oh my son, my heart,
You over-did, you came apart.
Refusing rest (you knew was best)
In this one thing you failed the test.
You could have gone on doing chores,
Opening eyes and swinging doors.
But you can’t keep your boat afloat
When no one else can have a vote.
Or offer lives to Kingdom sowing
If others can’t help with the rowing,
Assisting you to keep my sheep
While you retire for needed sleep.
Never bored,
He loved the Lord, but
Mackie-Jack, or Jackie-Mac,
Whatever name, he can’t come back.
To fill big shoes and be God’s clown.
That’s not good news,
It’s upside down.
Now he can see from up above
The next in line to preach God’s love.
Who’ll try to fill those awesome shoes
And always pay his over dues?
Not keep in shape for daily pace,
Soon, he or she will lose the race.
So all of those our dear Lord chose
Who preach and teach the gift, the Rose.
PlEASE take good care of you… for us.
God’s shepherd –driver of our bus
A load of sheep, we need your keep.
Who else would feed and lead
And weekly weed,
Show us the way to be set free?
We appreciate and honor all
The Ministers who took the call.
Your efforts will have great REWARD
But don’t spend rest you can’t afford.
With deep respect, we take to task
If you are tired, we plead, we ask
That unlike JackieMac and brothers
You can keep on blessing others.
On trapeze bar you’re flying high
A twinkling star up in sky
The speed of light,
Oh what a sight.
But please, we pray,
We need your lamp
To lead the way.
So just obey.
Don’t hesitate, instead,
Rejuvenate and clear your head.
It does not pay to just fly faster
When you fill the boots of Pastor,
We lift you to
The REAL Ring Master.
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