Communication

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Pastors

When the hammer hit his thumb real hard,
His blood, like mine, was red;
When his little child came running out,
“I love you” is what he said.
When the bills were paid, he sighed relief -
And I noticed his tears when he saw my grief -
Say, a pastor’s just a regular man
Who lives for God and takes a stand.

His kids talk back on occasion -
His dear wife gets the blues;
He doesn’t read minds or hear voices,
Sometimes he’s alarmed at the news.
He prays about things too big for him
And believes an impossible dream;
In your hospital gown when the chips are down
He’s the first one on the scene.

There are days when he gets discouraged
And it might help a little bit more
If we’d realize that he’s just a guy
With his eyes on a distant shore.
Just flesh and bone and heartache -
An appointment with father time;
Knees a bit more calloused
Than those of yours or mine.

I’d like to think I helped a bit
Carried my side of the load -
That we walked a piece toward Heaven
As seeds of Love were sowed;
That whoever gets to Heaven first
Will stand watching in Heaven’s door
To welcome the other to Heaven, ‘cause
That’s what real friends are for!

Joan Clifton Costner
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