Poetry
Brother Bob’s Job
Names fictitious, based on a true story
Brother Bob faithfully shared God’s Word
Day and night his phone would ring
He’d answer each call with: Praise the Lord!
A word of hope his voice would bring.
Burdened spirits felt much lighter
Dark days grew a whole lot brighter
People knew when Brother Bob prayed
That God’s intervention was on the way.
Five were gathered in Brother Bob’s home,
Seated in his cheery living room
With its cozy fire and cooing pet dove
Which symbolized God’s Spirit of Love.
Old Joe said with his face all aglow
That church I go to’s like an old tomb
I feel frozen out instead of loved.
Brother Bob, I’ve just gotta say,
This is the dead-level truth:
I’d be dead now if it wasn’t for you.
I near well died the other day
When they took me away in the ambulance
Your prayin’ brought down God’s healin’ Hand.
You’re the onliest preacher that I know
Who cares and never turns his back.
What you say lifts up my soul.
Other preachers said my life weren’t no good,
‘Cause if I’da been a-livin’ the way I should,
My heart never would’a got outa whack!
Praise the Lord, chuckled Brother Bob.
You’re back on your feet a-workin’ your job;
I suffered eighteen heart attacks;
I very nearly died.
But God had mercy and brought me back;
I know I’m on the winning side.
You’re a child of the King with eternal life.
The Spirit of God dwells in your heart;
His truth'll shield you from satan's fiery darts.
Just say, Glory! God’s my Father and I’m His son;
Jesus lives in me and He’s set me free;
God fights my battles and the victory’s won.
Ain’t nobody can take that away from me.
Greater is he that is in us
Than he that is in the world.
Ain’t no need to worry and fuss
He’s already overcome the world.
We’re joint heirs with Christ in the heavenlies;
Ain’t nobody can take that away from me.
Brother Bob, a lady said,
I feel so guilty for the faith I lack
I try to pray, but I still get doubts;
Sometimes I fear God’ll get mad.
My faith’s not perfect all the time;
I fear God’ll take His answers back
If I don’t perfectly toe the line;
Then I’ll get poorer and life'll get bad.
I go through hell from my bad nerves
I only get rebukes from my local church;
They say it’s because of sin in my life;
Maybe I’m not a submissive wife.
Maybe my offerings aren’t big enough
My nerves would be fine if my life was holy
So I must not be living the way I should;
The preacher said my faith’s not up to snuff,
Or I would find life to be joyful and good.
Oh, Brother Bob, I’m sick of that stuff!
Brother Bob said in a quavering voice:
Praise the Lord, Bless her, Jesus.
Lift up my sister and make her rejoice.
I thank you, Lord, that You’re here with us;
For You, O Lord, know every need here.
Your perfect love casts out all fear;
You said if our faith is like a mustard seed
We'd see big mountains cast into the sea.
I thank You that to me You’ve proved
That forever Your Word is tried and true.
Glory! I thank You, Lord, for binding the liar
For every need you're our sister's Supplier
For she’s given to You in times past.
Her gifts You’ve recorded in Heaven’s Book;
Her time to receive has come at last.
Restore all the blessings the devil took.
Let the sower overtake the reaper.
Thank You, Lord, that her life will be sweeter
We’ll give You thanks and praise forever.
An emaciated lady with cancer said:
Brother Bob, did I do something wrong?
I’ve lived for God my whole life long;
But in six months, they say, I’ll be dead.
The cancer is beginning to spread
The preacher says it must be my fault;
I’d be well now if I believed what he taught
He says my faith just isn’t strong;
That I’m not serving God the way I ought.
Pray for me now, please, Brother Bob;
I just can’t go on, she began to sob.
Praise You, Jesus, murmured Brother Bob,
Lifting his eyes in prayer to God.
Lord, it ain’t our sister here who’s done wrong.
Satan’s trespassin’ where he don’t belong;
So it’s HIM to be blamed for doin’ wrong!
Lord, we know that old rascal’s out to rob
Our health, our peace and our joy;
For in your Word it’s plainly written
That satan binds us with afflictions
He came to kill, steal, and destroy.
But You, O Father, sent Your Son
To destroy old Satan’s works.
Let Your power flow, I pray;
We know You’ll perform Your Word
Touch my sister this very day.
Oh, Glory! I can feel the power flow
The devil’s cancer has got to go!
Satan, we command you to flee;
Saints, Jesus said where there’s two or three,
He’s right there in the midst of thee.
So heal her now, O sweet Spirit.
Thank you, Jesus. Glory to God
For with Your stripes we were healed.
Your healin’s all been paid for and bought
Oh, Your Presence here is so very real!
Hearts were infused with fresh hope;
Life was snatched from the Vale of Death.
They all felt the love of God warm their souls;
Burdened ones were given strength to cope;
Their spirits revived by God’s gentle breath.
One of them said, I’ll try not to worry;
You’ve really given me a shot in the arm.
It’s too bad I can’t stay, I’ve got to hurry
Faith won’t work if I don’t do my part!
Before she left, Brother Bob said:
Don’t let Satan disturb your sleep in your bed.
If you pray, ain’t no use worryin’
If you worry, ain’t no use prayin.
And the Bible says you can’t add one cubit
To your height by worryin’ about it.
If God feeds the birds of the air,
How much more are YOU in His care?
Brother Bob would say before they’d go:
I just want y'all to know
God’s fixin’ to bless y’all real good.
He’d fed their souls just as Jesus would.
He’d send them away with a blessing
As they rose to their feet to go home:
He prayed that warrior angels would go
To protect all those who were leaving
Encouraged to go on believing,
They went away with joyful hearts.
Brother Bob stood on the front porch and waved
As cars slowly drove up the dirt road
Which led back to Highway 48.
So many victories were won that day,
Souls set free from heavy loads.
Brother Black had a few choice words
One day when he saw Brother Bob
I’m riled up at you, you sheep rustler!
All this activity’s outa order!
Glory be, you’re a-stealin’ my job!
You should’a seen my church last Sunday;
All’a my people strayed off to you;
They’re a-losin’ interest, I had just a few
And them that come keel over and sleep.
I sure as heck am ticked off at you;
Shoot fire, man, you’re a-rustlin’ my sheep!
I don’t know about that, drawled Borther Bob.
I ain’t out to steal nobody’s job.
You’d have no cause to stand there and whine
If you’d just slop your hogs the way I slop mine.
They’re strayin’ over to eat from my trough
To get the proper feed that they need.
Ain’t nothin’ like old starvin’ hogs
Gettin’ slopped with empty peanut husks.
They’ll never grow right if you feed ‘em wrong;
II don’t know why you’re makin’ a fuss.
If you slopped ‘em right they wouldn’t stray
They just can’t survive on your dead old hay!
Brother Black said, You’re a-spreadin’ strange lies;
Ever’thing God does should be organized
Into a reg’lar church real proper-like:
Pulpits and pews, committees galore
That’s the only way to serve the Lord!
And furthermore, your religion’s too nice
Jesus demands weary sacrifice;
Them wimpy folks gotta pay the price
Or they won’t ‘preciate the Lord a’tall.
The way is straight and narrow, you see;
And earnin’ heaven don’t never come easy!
Brother Bob said: The Lord keeps my soul
Salvation comes by God’s grace alone.
His yoke is easy and His burden is light;
Preachin’ condemnation to saints just ain’t right!
I’ll tell you why you’re a-losin’ your hogs:
They’re tired of bein’ whupped like dogs!
I reach out to people who won’t go to church;
The reason for that you know full well:
Time and again weary saints have been hurt
By preachers who threaten they’ll go to hell.
They never hear of God’s lovin’ grace
Some can’t fill up the offerin’ plate
So they feel like there’s the devil to pay.
Or the church is a great big social club
The power of God’s not welcome there.
So many sweet people have been snubbed
By uppity ten-cent millionaires.
Them hungry souls gotta go somewhere
To find the love of God;
Somebody’s gotta be there and care;
So I serve the Lord with all I’ve got!
Brother Black said: I can’t be like you.
I’ve gotta toe the church board’s line
My numbers are down to just a few
Sometimes I git only eight or nine.
If I don’t preach what the church board likes,
They’ll fire me sure as I’m standin’ here.
I’ve gotta keep up my kids and my wife;
I just can’t change, don’t ya hear?
The church board’s my boss
I answer to them.
They tell me how to slop my hogs,
And what and why and when!
Brother Bob said: The Lord is MY Boss
For what I preach I answer to Him.
I've been called to carry My cross
It’s the Lord Who pays MY salary
I look to Him for every need.
Ain’t no church board gonna tell me
I can’t share God’s Word freely.
I don’t depend on the praise of men
I know I’ve been bought with a price;
Popular preachin’ will change with the wind,
But only God’s Word is right.
Brother Black, you like big crowds,
But that ain’t what servin’ the Lord’s all about;
If nobody came, I’d still preach the same
And pray for miracles in Jesus’ Name.
God gives me all the love I’ve got
This love I’ve got to share.
His Holy Ghost fire keeps my faith red-hot;
His anointing’s on my prayers.
So now you know why, Brother Black,
I preach God’s way and I won’t turn back!
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