Our Pastor - Lean G. Browne

Our Pastor

by Lean G. Browne

Who is it calls when we are ill

With cheerful words and right good will,

And lingers gently then to pray

And soothe our care and fear away?

Our Pastor!

Who is it comes when sorrow falls,

When death of friends our heart appalls,

And tells us of mansions fair,

And that sweet home, "just over there"?

Our Pastor!

Who is it shares our happiest hours,

When life is crowned with wedding flowers,

And to the scene lends added grace

By reverent voice and kindly face?

Our Pastor!

Who is it on the Lord's day

Points to Heaven and leads the way,

And brings a message from the Word,

Until our hearts within are stirred?

Our Pastor!

For whom then shall we daily pray

And ask for him God's grace alway,

And wish for him a glad new year,

With new-born souls his heart to cheer?

Our Pastor!

The Preacher's Wife - T.R. Buzzard

The Preacher's Wife

by T. R. Buzzard

In the shadow of the parsonage

Stands a figure oft obscure.

Just behind the faithful pastor

Is his wife, devout and pure.

She is with him every moment

Helping make his work progress,

And you can't discount her portion

In the measure of success.

Oft behind the scene of action,

Often never seen or heard,

Yet she stands forever ready

Just to give a helping word.

It is not in active service

That her worth is really shown,

But in the bearing heavy burdens

That to others are unknown.

With encouragement and vision

She must urge God's servant on,

When the shadows are the darkest

And his courage's almost gone.

With her home forever open

And her work quite never done,

She is ever his lieutenant

In the battles fought and won.

The Preacher's Wife - Virginia Ellis

The Preacher's Wife
Virginia Ellis
Copyright © 1999

Our preacher is a man of God,
He truly loves the Lord;
He gives the greatest sermons,
His congregation's never bored.

He quotes the scriptures without looking,
He shares the Good Book without end;
He knows each member of the church,
And calls each one his friend.

He constantly is working,
Both at the church and in his home;
He is very dedicated,
And spends much time with Christ alone.

He spends hours on his sermons,
Which are truly God inspired;
He works almost around the clock,
And is often worn and tired.

While we give him due respect and love,
His wife is often missed;
Though a sweet and caring, loving soul,
She's not always on our list.

Oh what a shame ... we lose so much,
For this woman's full of love;
And when our preacher married her,
Was he not directed from above?

While our preacher is God's shepherd,
His wife excels in little lambs;
We need her just as much as him,
All this is per God's plan.

She stands behind her husband,
Like a shadow, ever there;
Like fresh air, always needed,
Of which no one is aware.

She will put her arms around him,
When he is down and blue;
Why comfort him, this man of God?
Because he's human, too.

She performs her mundane duties,
Like pressing clothes and washing shirts;
Because she is so eager,
To have him look just right at church.

When services are over,
And he is waiting by the door;
We shake his hand and thank him,
Sometimes she's smilingly ignored.

She never seeks attention,
But is content to aid and serve;
With a quiet consecration,
She hold her talents in reserve.

So, all you members of the church,
What I am trying hard to tell ...
That when God chose this preacher's wife,
‘Twas for the rest of us, as well.

Show that you appreciate her,
At the church door, shake her hand;
Hug her around her shoulders,
And behind her, take your stand.