A Preacher Writer
'You should be a preacher
That is where you make good'
I heard that frequent answer
And I'm sadly misunderstood!
That role could make me richer
But I can't deal with demands
And so I better stay where
The LORD beside me will stand.
And this here is my pulpit
All the message I can preach
No need for members to meet
And all the world I can reach!
Amen!
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Preacher Tom
Preacher tom, your friends are many
And your good deeds are a plenty
And I know that God is plenty proud of you
Cause youve directed your attention
Towards a bright and shining mansion
God promise to the ones that pay their dues
Chorus:
So preacher tom, come on preach,
Let the one of which you speak have his way
Let his precious will be done
Preacher tom, come on
Teach of the one always in reach
Saying who so ever will let him come
Preach on preacher tom, preach on
Your smile is like the sunshine bringing warmth and joy to others
And love controls your understanding heart
And the message that you spread is just like water to the thirsty
A beacon that keeps shining through the dark
Repeat chorus twice & fade
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Precher Tom
Preacher tom, your friends are many
And your good deeds are a plenty
And i know that god is plenty proud of you
Cause youve directed your attention
Towards a bright and shining mansion
God promise to the ones that pay their dues
Chorus:
So preacher tom, come on preach,
Let the one of which you speak have his way
Let his precious will be done
Preacher tom, come on
Teach of the one always in reach
Saying who so ever will let him come
Preach on preacher tom, preach on
Your smile is like the sunshine bringing warmth and joy to others
And love controls your understanding heart
And the message that you spread is just like water to the thirsty
A beacon that keeps shining through the dark
Repeat chorus twice & fade
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Son Of A Preacher Man
(john hurley / ronnie wilkins)
Billy-ray was a preachers son
And when his daddy would visit hed come along
When they gathered round and started talkin
Thats when billy would take me walkin
A-through the back yard wed go walkin
Then hed look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was
Being good isnt always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
Hed come and tell me everything is all right
Hed kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, lord knows he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin kisses from me on the sly
Takin time to make time
Tellin me that hes all mine
Learnin from each others knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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From The Pulpit To The Pew
Fill us with your power Lord, from the pulpit to the pew,
Reach down and touch all of those whom you foreknew.
Move back into our hearts Lord and push all our wills aside,
Allow The Spirit to take over, as He's the One who lives inside.
Thank you for The Holy Spirit Lord, who you sent down from above,
Let Him speak to our hearts about Christ's compassion and His Love.
Please Lord, as a church put us back on that narrow but right track,
And forgive us for knowing so much, while we simply turn our back.
The power to change everyone is in The Word and in your name,
We need to share The Word, as many are ignorant of God, to our shame.
Please change our shame into examples, like those you once did send,
Help us to reach out with boldness Lord, to our family and a friend.
You saved us for this purpose Lord, at the moment of our salvation,
To go out and preach The Gospel to every person, tribe, and nation.
The early church made such an impact with this single state of mind,
Christ's return was so real; they dare not leave anyone left behind.
Please wake us out of our slumber, for a world that's truly in need,
For His coming is now nearer then when we first heard and believed.
So please reach down and touch us Lord, all whom you foreknew.
We need your power for this purpose Lord, from the pulpit to the pew.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
Stay
Please stay with me now
Dont you let me go
Ill make it somehow
I got to let you know
That Ill make it
Somehow, some way
Though I wait on the day
What Im doings got to pay
Someway, somehow
My baby, when he cries
Its cause somethings on his mind
This world is full of lies
You and me are one of a kind
The good lord will stand behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, stay, stay, stay (wont you please)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
It fits, but you cant make it work
Where theres pain, theres got to be hurt
And the green grass grows from the dirt
Yeah, thats a fact of life alright
The good lord stands behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, oh wont you please
Stay, stay (wont you)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay (right here)
Stay, stay (dont you go, no no)
Stay, stay (oh no no)
Stay, stay (stay baby baby please stay)
Stay, stay (right here, right here, right here)
Stay, stay (I want you to stay right here)
Stay, stay (we can stay here, together, together yeah)
Stay, stay (dont listen to what people say)
Stay, stay (stay, stay, listen now yeah)
Stay, stay (stay, yeah yeah now)
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Deal With The Preacher
I need love, the kind I've
never known before.
You need it, too, the kind that makes you feel so good, baby.
I want to give, give you all the love you need.
Well, I'm a loner, and that's the way I want to be, Yeah.
Let me say. As the sun climbs across the sky above,
So your smile filled me with a stronger love.
Just as you and I, watchin' the morning sky, oh, yeah.
Somehow I know it's time for me to say goodbye, Yeah, yeah.
Here's why: can't make a deal with the preacher, oh, yeah, yeah.
And I can't make a bargain in heaven, now.
Angel, you came to my window, Angel, you came to my door.
I was a fool and I let you in; I sure ain't no fool anymore!
Yeah, yeah, you better believe me right now baby.
Oh, yeah.
As the sun climbs across the sky above,
So your smile, filled me with a stronger love, mm.
Just as you and I, we're watchin' the morning sky,
And somehow I know, it's time for me to say goodbye.
I can't make a deal with the preacher, you know yeah.
And I can't make a bargain in heaven, yeah, yeah.
Heaven knows me by now.
I can't make a deal, oh no, no, no,
no.
I love you baby, I love you baby.
I can't make a deal, make a deal, make a deal,
Make a deal, make a deal. Yeah, yeah.
You know and I can't make no bargain in heaven,
Listen, I can't make a deal, make a deal, make a deal,
Make a deal, make a deal, oh, oh.
And I can't make no bargain in heaven, oh yeah.
Make a deal...
song performed by by Bad Company
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The Grounding
'and in he came with the sunshine, making my whole
world light up and every hour, every day, every month
was like a moment filled with joy and peace…..and I sat upon
the ground and gave praise, praise to the Lord …..' exclaimed
the preacher.
The boy at the back of the great hall sat quietly, busily picking his
nose, all the time contemplating which one of the girls
two plaits to cut off with the big red scissors he'd taken
earlier that day from his teachers desk.
'Amen' said the preacher.
'Amen' said the congregation.
'Amen' muttered the boy with the girls plait in
his grubby little hand.
and so endeth the sermon for that day.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Quip
The merry World did on a day
With his train-bands and mates agree
To meet together where I lay,
And all in sport to jeer at me.
First Beauty crept into a rose,
Which when I pluck'd not, "Sir," said she,
"Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those?"
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Then Money came, and chinking still,
"What tune is this, poor man?" said he;
"I heard in music you had skill:"
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Then came brave Glory puffing by
In silks that whistled, who but he?
He scarce allow'd me half an eye:
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Then came quick Wit and Conversation,
And he would needs a comfort be,
And, to be short, make an oration:
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Yet when the hour of Thy design
To answer these fine things shall come,
Speak not at large, say, I am Thine;
And then they have their answer home.
poem by George Herbert
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Making It Real
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
It is I feel
No deviation off this rugged course
With remorse its sad to see someone try to explain it to me
What I already see
You got talent and wisdom
But you just don't how to use it
You abuse it.
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
I try to better myself every day
With a sense of moral guidance
And absolute faith
In the dark world I embrace
So let me make my stance
My standing pose
For it is mine as you have yours
I was once told to make it real.
Well here's the deal.
I'm not here to please or get on my knees
I tell you what I want when I want
Like it or not
Its my power to overcome
Its my hour to be done
To waste with a smiling face
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
Have you ever been told your trying to hard
Well I'm not
Everything goes
Everything flows
Like magic
Its something I've always known
I was told to make it real
Well here's the deal
The battle is already won
It was kinda fun
But now it on to the next
Never let limitation of a closed mined
Waste too much of your time
Accept them as the are
Which sometimes isn't very far
But don't make the measurement if they don't reach the par
Let them think there better
With another well written letter
Well I do make it real
And with this its my deal
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Baby do you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong I seem bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I have my share
And that's me one thing I never wanna do
Baby
Don't you know I'm human
I have thoughts like any other one?
Oh when sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little thing
Some simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Please don't let me be misunderstood
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Lord I Hope This Day Is Good
(dave hanner)
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
Lord, have you forgotten me?
I been prayin to you faithfully
I should be thankful lord you know I am
But lord I hope you understand
I dont need fortune and I dont need fame
Send down the thunder, lord, send down the rain
But when youre plannin just how it will be
Plan a good day for me
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
Youve been the king since the dawn of time
All that Im askin is a little less crime
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for you
Lord, I hope this day is good
Im feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, lord, I know I should
But lord I hope this day is good
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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Peace-worker
God I want to turn myself into a very good guy
Like caterpillars metamorphose into butterfly.
I know we are all sisters and brothers
God help me so that I can help others.
The people of the world have many views
God give me the honor to preach true news.
The world is now full of conflict and war
God make me an unyielding peace-worker.
(Amen)
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Misunderstood
The ills of all the human race,
The woes of earth that bring disgrace
Would banish, if we only could,
Escape the fiend, Misunderstood.
When Eve and Adam pure and good,
The law divine misunderstood,
A downward course was then begun,
A race that all the earth must run.
The thought is sad, indeed, though true,
That sinners reap in season due,
The fruits of all they sow, and should,
For down in hell they're understood.
The infidels of giant brain,
Would save themselves a deal of pain,
By claiming truth, if such they could,
But they alas! misunderstood.
The wars that devastate the land,
The reason men for wrong will stand,
They have somewhere in seeking good,
The law of right misunderstood.
In harshness do we estimate,
The neighbors oft we underrate,
The scene would change it nature could,
The monster bare, Misunderstood.
The Negro Problem of the times,
Which breeds the most atrocious crimes,
Survives, because in crushing good,
The Golden rule's misunderstood.
The Savior's work on earth was one,
Of building up where sin had run,
He gave to all the highest good,
But passed through life misunderstood.
We long to rest when time is o'er,
In that beyond for evermore,
The habitation of the good,
Above the fiend, Misunderstood.
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Work Abounds
Work does truly abound for us, who in Christ have placed our trust,
Working with our Savior friend, for His Kingdom, which has no end,
Among men who oppose His Word, to reach men who never heard,
God’s saving message of Salvation, to be shared with every nation.
A message that begins in those, who truly believe The Savior rose,
And that He rose to give New Life, to every believer in Jesus Christ.
New life to serve our Risen Lord, in a Kingdom that is forevermore.
To this Kingdom we point all men, from a world that is condemned.
The Lord Jesus set before our eyes, the world torn by Satan’s lies.
Although many Satan will deceive, Christ sent us so some believe,
By sending believers to every place, with a message of His Grace,
A message we are sent to herald, not to some, but to all the world.
Hence that is the task at hand, to share God’s love with every land.
Although at times we may hesitate, in a world that’s filled with hate,
Christ Himself was rejected by, the ones for whom He came to die.
But that did not stop God’s Son, from dying that day for everyone.
And so for Jesus I make my case, guided by God’s hand of Grace,
To finish the task God gave to me, pointing earthly men to Eternity.
This task given to me is rather small, knowing He is The Lord of all,
And so I submit all things to Him, Christ who saved me from my sin.
Let Me Talk
Maurice white, verdine white, larry dunn, al mckay, ralph johnson & philip bailey
Fifty million voices mumbling from the street
Talking about the 80s and who it will mistreat
Now, joseph worken hardy, checkin out the jive
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Miss sophisticated, your nose up in the air
Trying to find excitement, in the labels that you wear
Now, I may disappoint you, with the thins I say
But deep inside, a message burns withing me everyday
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Were all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as youre told
Let me talk, let me talk, let me talk, let me talk
Wont you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru
World automotives chase the arab wheel
Partnerships on nuclear, trying to make a deal
Where does it all lead to
Im sure the question flows,
Thru many minds around the world
Im sure nobody knows
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Ichabod - The Story of Discontent (Narrative)
This story's for the humble
And I'll hide identities
For it may make you stumble
To know the realities.
It's about a nice preacher
Of a known denomination
Who aspired to be richer
Through his good congregation.
In a rented house he lived
With his lovely wife and children
But he wanted to receive
A better blessing from men.
So without much ado
He relayed in his preaching
A new house will do
So increase with your giving.
He said 'We'll build a Center
That will then accommodate
Five thousand new members,
And this church will be great.
But before that you must
Build a nice house for me
I hope you will trust
It's for our testimony.'
So poured the donations
And the gift offerings
For his house construction
With complete furnishings.
After the house, he needed
A new car for his trips,
So in preaching he related
Added needs in the worship.
'A Crosswind is fine'
Said he to the people,
'It's an Isuzu line
And the price reasonable.'
So he got the new wheels
And with peace for a moment,
But the joy that he feels
Soon leads back to discontent.
After a year, a predicament-
Another car he had wanted
Made known his sentiment,
Again the people submitted.
'A Mitsubishi Pajero,
It's the best for our missions
Will you let me know
Your complete contributions.'
When the giving was done
And the money was counted,
'For those who gave none
No prayers will be said.'
What kind of a shepherd
Will say such a prayer?
From heaven God heard
This very selfish preacher.
After that his own son
Brought sin to the church,
A curse that's undone
Took him down from his perch.
Though he preached with full volume
It was empty of Power
For the God Who consumes
Has abandoned the preacher.
Now seven years later
There is still no Center,
Eventually the Rapture
May not carry this preacher.
'Ichabod' - The glory of the Lord has
departed.
'We too often love things and use people, when we should be using things and loving people.'
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April 10,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Prosperity Preaching
Ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing
They mercilessly devour the weak,
With a polluted premise in their preaching
Their greedy pangs can make one sick.
With eloquent words they teach the doctrine,
That God's blessings ratios one is to ten,
This is a wrong motive for true giving,
That to those who give God makes wealthy men.
There was a preacher who came from Nigeria
He guested in church with his thunderous
dare:
'Give your one million, in two months I tell ya'
You'll be ten times richer beyond compare! '
Since we were then financially challenged
None of us stood but we felt some guilt,
Will the Lord give us His Divine revenge?
Or be angry we wallow in poverty's filth?
'Give a hundred thousand then, is that alright? '
The black preacher graciously bargained.
Our head pastor stood and gave with his wife,
While others followed suit, with their wallets pained.
'If you don't get rich two months hereafter,
You can run after me and my prophecy,
Then I'm a false prophet and not God's preacher,
If my words do not happen and come to be.'
He went on to preach ably using Scripture
As guest in the other small churches,
He used the same line of prosperity picture,
And banked on desires of men for riches.
Two months after, there's no more preacher.
He went to his country with the money.
Left the sheep with their jaws asunder,
Dreaming and wishing visioned prosperity.
What gall, can they preach such a deception,
How can they fool those innocent sheep,
Twisting Scripture by manipulation,
Teaching the truth they cannot even keep?
For God gives out of His great goodness
And not according to what we can't afford,
Just give what is in your heart that's best,
He will bless because He is True to His Word.
To those who preach like God is a genie,
Better think twice, their motives assess -
Their souls may be burning in hell already,
The heaven they preach they will never possess!
'Man must give what he has decided in his heart to give, reluctantly or out of compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.'
2 Corinthians 9: 7
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C ynthia Buhain-Baello
April 24,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Its Never Too Late
(d. hartman)
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To try and reach for your desires
Even when your luck is down
You still got chances of turning around
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To hold the power in your hands (power in your hands)
You will find a good, good feeling
Makin new plans and starting again
Its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late no, no, no, no
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
Its never too late
Time keeps changin everything
Sometimes tearin down
The treasures that it brings
Ever strong
Youll make it through
The secret lies in knowing
That its up to you
Say it with me now
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
We got the time
Theres no doubt in my mind
That its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I am a preacher with a message for my people
Over the world, scratching on the ground
Looking for the peace that nobody has found
I am a spokesman for a better way of living
Love is the word and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung
Let me hear you sing, hallelujah
Oh tell it to the man whos power is the sermon on the wall
Tell it to the man who says you can misjudge them all
Tell it till it can be heard above the wailing of the crowd
Tell it on the field of war and hope youll soon be justified
There is a better way of life and its not so hard to find
If you live and let the people in your world speak its mind
I am the pupil who sells his life for freedom
All over the world and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung
Hallelujah
song performed by by Deep Purple
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